Cheese. God knows why
they say that when you’re going to take a picture of someone, God knows who
managed to find a connection between smiling and cheese. Ah, because when you
say ‘cheese’ your mouth widens into what could be called a smile. Basically,
your teeth are showing. Chuck Palahnuik said in his novel, Invisible Monsters, “You
can only hold a smile for so long, after that it's just teeth.” A smile is not real unless your
eyes are smiling along. That is actually a very overdone cheesy statement, and
yet the eyes say it all. When Dick is smiling with his distorted face and all,
Perry tells him, "The eye doesn't matter. Because you have a wonderful smile. One
of those smiles really work." It’s
kind of a romantic phrase, beautiful in its sentiment and yet false in its
meaning. The eye does matter. The eye
is everything. And maybe it’s just that Dick is somewhat lacking the insight,
the neutral and rational perspective that comes with eyes. He’s acting because
it has become a mechanism, a smile that shines for the camera, a smile with no
meaning. It works. But it’s not real.
I wonder if he even knows what his motives are, if they are real at all.
Said lack of eyes, as
you might call it, result in the murder of the Clutter family. I feel pity for
the mom and the son and daughter. For some reason though, I can’t bring myself
to feel that much pity for Mr. Clutter. Mrs. Ashida spoke with him once, and
the narrator’s analysis resonated with me. “ ‘ Just nothing scares you,’ she
said, commenting upon a generally recognized quality of Mr. Clutter's: a
fearless self-assurance that set him apart, and while it created respect, also
limited the affections of others a little. “ That’s exactly how I feel. There’s
respect in there, it’s just that the cold and austere aura makes people
withhold their curiosity and touch from fear of getting scalded by the burning
ice. Who knows? Maybe he’s the finest man ever to grace the pages of a
paperback novel and I don’t know it. Maybe he’s actually the epitome of Ghandi
in Holcomb, Kansas. But, Ghandi or not, even when the descriptions of their
deaths are said, I don’t feel anything.
While Mr. Clutter
sparks neutrality in me, Perry and Dick fascinate me. Everything they do is so
quirky and unexpected. I think of how they do those things to murder people and
think that everything they do is also pretty messed up. But in a very
interesting way. What can I say? Murder is interesting. Humans actually have a
morbid side of them that gets off on watching the twisted things in life.
Sinister and horrible, it’s true. But that is what makes it fascinating and
interesting. So here are my favorite characters (yes, the killers):
“Dick had
surrendered. While Perry waited in the car, he had gone into the hospital to
try and buy a pair of black stockings
from a nun. This rather unorthodox method of obtaining them had been
Perry's inspiration; nuns, he had argued, were certain to have a supply.
The notion presented one drawback, of course: nuns, and anything pertaining to
them, were bad luck, and Perry was most respectful of his superstitions. (Some
others were the number 15, red hair, white flowers, priests crossing a road,
snakes appearing in a dream.)”
Maybe just the fact
that they are talking about nun’s, out of all people, stockings is what
reverberates inside me. I fail to see why it is exactly that they have to get
nun stockings and not the nearest Walmart stockings. In a way, it’s kind of
blasphemous, using something from people so devoted to God to do something that
is totally against God. Wearing nun’s stockings as masks to murder an entire
family is just, wrong. Murdering an entire family is wrong, period, but they
had to bring the nuns into this? How much profanity do these guys want to
breathe into the atmosphere? And get this, nuns, as knowledgeable every person
knows, are bad luck. Where they get this from is beyond me. If they had put
other examples such as spilled salt and walking under a ladder, I might have
understood. But they are so random that they plague me in wonderment. Just why,
exactly, are they bad luck? Where do said superstitions come from, from other
people or from their own experiences? That is what I want to know. I want to know
so I can pave a way to understanding this people so much more.
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