Further insight on John Self’s evident
problem with alcohol appears between the pages of 107 and 108 (not to say there
aren’t other examples of his lack of acumen with liquor), where he finds
himself caught up in his own time yet again; ‘You know what time it is, my
time? Four o’clock in the afternoon’. This complete disregard of the actual
time, as opposed to the time in which his jetlagged body is set in, translates
perfectly to his lack of concern for his own health. Caught up in the conflict
of what to do, John turns to repetition in order to systematically line up all
‘six realistic options’ of activities he could do in that ‘afternoon’ (it is
impossible to know whether or not it actually is the afternoon) while in New
York City; ‘I could sack out right away […] I could go back to the Happy Isles
[…] I could call Doris […] I could catch a live sex show […] I could go out and
get drunk. I could stay in and get drunk.’ The repetition of ‘I could’ appears
to be John’s manner of empowering himself, proving to the readers that with his
money, he has the choice of either getting shitfaced at one point in his
activities, or be somewhat responsible and call Doris Arthur, perhaps to talk
about his film, Bad Money in Europe
and Good Money in the United States.
With our previous knowledge of John’s alcoholism, it is fair to assume that he
will be getting drunk. Again to show his ‘power’, John then claims to have done
every possible option. He feels a necessity to over consume on every level of
his life, ranging from his drinking and eating habits to his generous tipping
policy (he gave 50$ in tip to Felix on his last trip in NYC). From his
perspective, he feels as if he’s the one forcing his life forward, as if the
natural force of time had no impact on his physical. He describes himself as ‘the
train’ that is ‘doing all the moving’. Unlike us, regular human beings, John
believes that he is in control of his entire life, the speed, direction, and
final destination, California and the world of extravagant luxury and money.
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