Wrote Kingsley Amis in "Lucky Jim," quoted in "The Metaphysics of the Hangover."
Amis may go over the top, but still: A small woodland creature of the night voids himself there, then finds it a convenient place to end its days. (Elvis Presley, stepping to the mic in Vegas, complaining, maybe, of his own hangover, once growled, “My mouth feels like Bob Dylan’s been sleeping in it.”) But the night before—ah, the night before—the mouth was a source of great pleasure—the marvelous taste and scent of the wine, the beer, or the spirits.
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Kingsly Amis had some talent and that was a great novel.
No Dylan tag??
Lucky Jim was a riot. The other books, not so much.
Compared to a hangover, "being a corporate lawyer has it's upsides."
"I’d rather Queen Latifah shit in my mouth from a fucking hot air balloon."
Okay. I guess it needs a 'Celebrities Doing Stuff In Your Mouth' tag now.
"No Dylan tag??"
Fixed.
Had intended to include that.
Kris Kristofferson summarized hangovers perfectly with the first stanza of "Sunday Morning Coming Down":
"Well I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt."
My hangovers were never that bad.
Or maybe some people just like to dramatize their discomfort, I don't know. It seems a poor way to deal.
Sadly I can no longer conduct such a test, having sworn off the juice.
Ditto on "Lucky Jim".
“My mouth feels like Bob Dylan’s been sleeping in it.” I'd like to nominate this for best quote-post ever on this blog.
"He felt bad."
It's plagiarizing Lautreamont.
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Reads like J P Donleavy
“The telephone blasted Peter Fallow awake inside an egg with the shell peeled away and only the membranous sac holding it intact. Ah! The membranous sac was his head, and the right side of his head was on the pillow, and the yolk was as heavy as mercury, and it rolled like mercury, and it was pressing down on his right temple . . . If he tried to get up to answer the telephone, the yolk, the mercury, the poisoned mass, would shift and roll and rupture the sac, and his brains would fall out.”
— Tom Wolfe, The Bonfire of the Vanities
From The Guardian, The 10 Best Fictional Hangovers: The morning after the night before in print, film and song
In the service the worst hangovers were when one had a case of the "zackleys." That's when your mouth tastes 'zackly like your ars*hole.
Kris Kristofferson summarized hangovers perfectly with the first stanza of "Sunday Morning Coming Down"
One of my favorite Johnny Cash recordings.
Oh, Lucky Jim!
How I envy him.
May be the funniest book I ever read. Read it a second time and laughed just as much. Thanks for that Kingsley Amis.
@Rocketeer, I much preferred the song as Kris sung it himself. Something about his gravelly voice suggests the pain of a hangover.
@Big Mike, I like them both actually, but I think Johnny Cash's conveys the poignancy and loneliness better.
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