John Fowler's "The Collector Replayed Real"

Always listening to the news but what I saw this past 2 days on it really set my teeth seething and believe you me, I could kill the culprit.

In February, we read The Collector by John Fowler. The story was simply how a raving lunatic kidnapped a young adult lady and hid her away from the world for months providing for her and wishing she can love him. The dreadful thing is that this young promising art student died in her captivity since she can’t be taken to a hospital either so to keep her hidden. I wept at that outcome and sort of thought the author a little sadistic, but he isn’t. He is rather a prophet.

But while we read this book back in February and raged at the story, little did we gave a thought to it that same wickedness set in fiction was the portion in life, of a baby girl since 1998 and ongoing. Although we all refuted the story while believing it was a nice piece of fiction and intelligent, we thought that could be a pure vague occurrence in real life. Now dare me, Natascha Kampusch went through same fate and even more gruelling in that she had her toilet, bath, bed and everything in same room and in total darkness. Wasn’t Fowler kind in his story then?

Miranda in Fowler’s The Collector was allowed a bath outside her underground room, a movement through the house, able to taste wine and even get to walk outside in the night sometime with her captor. But Natascha Kampusch stayed in a room for 8 years. I cant help crying. Poor girl.

As I listened to the news and thought of what 8 years means, I can’t helpbut feel hell. And for a mere 10 year old, only heaven knows how much damage has been done, morally, health-wise and entirely. Kept away from a mother’s warmth, the fun of family, the squabbles of siblings and peers, Natascha must have been totally damaged and will need a lifetime to re-adjust to the life she has lost. But unfortunately, she can’t gain those years back. Her 10^th to 18^th years has forever been lost, they cant be re-made again. What a wickedness?

If you pray or believe in spiritual connection, I think we all ought to lend our spiritual strength to this young woman at this time to get on with life and forget what’s gone the best she can. Yet we know, she can never forget it.

The WCKED Convention

How really WICKED!

Welcome to all new souls who came along and thanks to Sharon as always for hosting us. For those who know not, the cosy alcove isn’t a product of Glinda’s high taste and sorcery nor Elphie’s scientism… whatever that means.

Oh well! The night went well but pardon me to say it was rather too unusual in the approach and somewhat cold with too many brief silent pauses as if some Dracula from The Historian was overlooking the attendees.

Wicked was wickedly accepted to be a brilliant piece. With its very unusual characters and evil-in-the-sack system, it looks to me like each act was well developed and tidied out as well as tied up to something. Embarrassed as I am for having not read the other half of it, I take it that although gals enjoyed the book, it caused more wordlessness than evoke discussion,

Kevin was at his best humorous mood today though he’s always been a good student. Simon didn’t feel like telling us what he saw in the book and that makes me wonder but thanks to Mitchel who took us to the surreal map of the Land of Oz; didn’t know you are a good geographer Mitch. And how come Chaundra read from the author’s script when we were all suppose to buy from Borders or Amazon?

We (including those who cant afford theatre for some reasons) all look forward to see how Wicked works on stage since we all think it outstanding, I am the more curious why it is a musical than a drama; bla bla bla…

Please add more if you have your own comment, I am typing this from my dreams at 3am… it all may not be correct but it tells you how much of a fantasy a Quadling Turtle Heart could become the father of one in line of succession to the Eminent Throppe’s throne of the Muchkinkand.