About leaving covered hate

What is any book about? It’s usually very hard for me to think of answers. If people ask me what a book i wrote is about, i never know what to say.

Books (good books, that is) are machines of generating meaning. It’s supposed to be complex. Even a simple good book is supposed to be complex in what it talks about.

Let’s take Mario Puzo’s The Godfather, for example – a book most people will think they know, without having read it. One could write, possibly, in two pages everything they think this book is about. But the book doesn’t have two pages, and it’s a good book. A good book that could be fully described in two pages would have exactly two pages.

You can take from within The Godfather, quite surprisingly and only as an isolated example, this amazingly reasonable and clear description of some loving-relationship enlightenment towards women that – obviously – most people lack. There’s a lot to learn in the Godfather that has nothing to do with crime.

Johnny Fontane is a character partly based on Frank Sinatra. This part is about him. I’ve taken the same oath not to hate women. I’ve just written below something about girls who deeply hurt me and still, when i think of them, i can’t help but thinking of how adorable they were, or could be. I know by experience how much this decision involves, and how deep of a matter it is – yet, here it occupies but a little space in a good book about gangsters.

Yeah, the book is about gangsters, but it’s also about learning to live fully, and many other things.

A good man with a big moustache wrote once that if your eyes were more cunning, you’d see everything moving.