steve martin.....

ok, so i have read 2 of steve martin's serious works of fiction in the past 24 hours........and i am so depressed...........is steve depressed or is it me....i cannot tell....the loneliness in his prose oozes from within......no person he writes about is happy, or contented, or quite sane....it would seem........and every part seems written specifically for a character actor/actress to play in the film version........so many ocd moments.......so many empty spaces....i cannot call either book sad.....or sardonic........i really like the word sardonic, by the way.......it is such a step up from sarcastic.....which is all i experience these days.......life with a 12.7 year old is nothing short of sarcasm meltdown........sarcasm in its bassest sense.......nothing beyond duh/huh/yay/....well, you get the picture.......curiously.......we are getting on well with our semi-empty nest...like we are a family of therapists focusing on the last remaining patient.........the only one who ever really needed therapy........the raison d'etre.......like the rest was grace...........i think of my life pre-empty nest as grace these days.......so little actual effort to raise child geniouses...........lots of effort into the enrichment part........trips/books/extras.....but not so much intellectual purpose....the first 2 raised themselves by virtue of their lack of need of structure...but the last one needs double-teaming every step of the way.....and we are here to do triple teaming if necessary.........................