Rabbit: The Autobiography of Ms. Pat

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THE RABBITS represents a watershed in your work. It also represents a massive commitment of time, effort, and dedication well beyond any financial remuneration. What attracted you to the project - it couldn't have been the money! This is, I’ll bet, a life very unlike yours or mine. And one must wonder if, faced with the challenges of her upbringing, the barriers, some self-erected, how we might have fared. Would we have managed to make a respectable life for ourselves? Would we have made the many bad choices Williams made, as a kid forced to function as an adult? Today, Patricia Williams, under the professional stage name Ms. Pat, is a successful forty-something stand-up comedian, with a TV series, featuring her life, in development. She has raised four of her own children and plenty more whom relatives had been unable to bring up on their own. Rabbit, Run established Updike as one of the major American novelists of his generation. In The New York Times he was praised for his “artful and supple” style in his “tender and discerning study of the desperate and the hungering in our midst.” [16] American novelist Joyce Carol Oates has written that Updike is “a master, like Flaubert, of mesmerizing us with his narrative voice even as he might repel us with the vanities of human desire his scalpel exposes.” My husband is big into podcasts lately. The Moth, Hidden Brain, Armchair Expert, Ear Hustle... he listens to a bunch of them, but those are a few that I can name off the top of my head (because I've listened to them with him). I like podcasts okay, but honestly, I don't see the point of listening to them when I could be listening to a book instead. So, when he learned that Ms. Pat has a book, he decided that we should get the audiobook and listen to it together. And so we did. Crowe, David (2011). "Young man Angstrom: Identity crisis and the work of love in Rabbit, Run". Religion & Literature. 43 (1): 81–100. JSTOR 23049355.

Stuff just happens and the characters (who are so sketchily-drawn that I’m not even sure one can call them characters; they exist just as mouthpieces) compile a list of these oddly inconsistent things they notice and then it’s over. No solving anything, no discovery of anything, nothing. It ends and another character explains to them what might or might not have been going on. It’s not even a bullshit deus ex machina ending because, once again, there is no resolution because there is no game.I seriously recommend this to science fiction lovers, vintage video game lovers, Blake Crouch fans, and those who like a book to take your brain and shake it up a bit. This was some intense good fun. The Rabbits, written by Australian author John Marsden, is a fable about colonisation, told from the viewpoint of the colonised. An unseen narrator describes the coming of ‘rabbits’ in the most minimal detail, an encounter that is at first friendly and curious, but later darkens as it becomes apparent that the visitors are invaders. The style of the book is deliberately sparse and strange, with both text and image conveying an overall sense of bewilderment and anxiety as native numbat-like creatures witness environmental devastation under the wheels of a strange new culture. The premise revolves around a secret, worldwide game known as Rabbits. Not much is known about it, except that it involves recognising patterns and connections in seemingly random things, and that it's so secret that people talking about it usually end up dead. Science Fiction and Fantasy is not my Genre. I read the blurb about this book and it sounded interesting. I decided to give it a try. This was a mistake. I am not the right reader for this book. I lost interest trying to figure out what was happening. Was K, in an alternate universe or was that fake? It was based on Science, Quantum Physics and such. I honestly just could not get drawn into the story enough to care and try and figure out what was happening. K was the best protagonist and his memory and crazy journey through this book were just like a car accident. I could not stop staring!! K’s friends were great additions and just about everyone who made an appearance in this was important. There were no wasted words.

Da diese Hinweise im Buch aber SOO random waren, muss man das Miträtseln schnell aufgeben. Es ist eigentlich unmöglich, von selbst auf den weiteren Verlauf zu kommen. A game has been played in secret for decades. Those who compete do so under pseudonyms and without any real understanding of the stakes or what is awarded to the winner. Some rumour that your wildest dreams will be granted and others that it is a form of CIA recruitment. The game has no name but amongst its disciples it has been awarded the name of Rabbits. Follow the clues and explore the Wonderland it leads you to. Like many Rabbits players, K has become completely addicted and can’t stop trying to find a way into the game. An opportunity presents itself, however, when our protagonist is approached by reclusive billionaire Alan Scarpio, who had reportedly won the sixth iteration. But what Scarpio actually wants to share is a dire warning. He believes Rabbits is corrupted and must be fixed before the next round, the eleventh, is to begin, or else the world as we know it will cease to exist. Together with close friend Chloe, K seeks to find out more about Scarpio’s claims, but before they can get far in their research, the billionaire is reported missing. The eleventh iteration begins as K and Chloe fail to learn what Scarpio was talking about. Like it or not, they are playing now.

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Ruth Leonard – Rabbit's mistress [2] with whom he lives for three months. She is a former prostitute [3] and lives alone in an apartment for two people. She is weight-conscious.

This is my spirit animal! A million nearly perfect references to MY outlook, MY worldview, from Donnie Darko to Persona to Dragon's Lair to D&D but twist all these into deeply paranoiac versions that are actually just intense patter recognition systems on speed.Is there a conflict trying to satisfy both an adult and a juvenile audience? Is this something you think about when you start working on a piece?

Harry Angstrom – also known as Rabbit, a 26-year-old man. Married to Janice Angstrom. He was a basketball star in high school and begins the novel as a kitchen gadget salesman. I guess it depends on your collaborator! Personally, I've found it stimulating in the sense that I'm forced to go in directions you otherwise wouldn't (Newton's first law comes to mind - about inertia.) It presents foreign problems which need to be resolved in ways that are hard to preconceive, so there's a healthy cross-fertilisation going on. In some ways, it can help break the circuit of my own creative comfort zone, introducing a challenging resistance in much the same way that the physical limitations of media do, or objective reality for that matter. It's all about problem solving after all - otherwise it's just stylistic pretension. Plus, for all the talk of the Mandela Effect and deja vu and quantum mechanics and the multiverse, this is NOT Science Fiction. It’s just straight fiction where mentally ill people talk about those things. I’m frankly surprised this hasn’t raised the ire of mental health advocates, because the main pinball — sorry, “character” — is clearly desperately mentally ill and is psychologically manipulated and emotionally abused throughout this story but everything is fine at the end because they “won” the nonexistent “game”.Pat fought her way through poverty at a level most Americans have no idea still exists in our country. This story has a rare happy ending - she ended up happily married and raising her children (along with various the children of family members at any given time) in a beautiful suburban neighborhood. How I imagined my facial expression at the mention of a baby shower for a 13-year-old and inviting 6th and 7th grade classmates… Dennett, Daniel C. (1992). "The Self as a Center of Narrative Gravity". In Kessel, F.; Cole, P.; Johnson, D. (eds.). Self and Consciousness: Multiple Perspectives. Hillsdale, NJ: Erlbaum.