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Written in her wonderfully honest, edgy, passionate and often hilarious voice, Tiffanie DeBartolo tells the story of Eliza Caelum, a young music journalist, and Paul Hudson, a talented songwriter and lead singer of the band Bananafish. Eliza's reverence for rock is equaled only by Paul's, and the two fall wildly in love.
When Bananafish is signed by a big corporate label, and Paul is on his way to becoming a major rock star, Eliza must make a heartbreaking decision that leads to Paul's sudden disappearance and a surprise knock-your-socks-off ending.
417 pages, Paperback
First published September 1, 2005
'Dreams can change histories and songs can alter destinies'
"Is he cute?" I asked her.
"Cute? If you like the dysfunctional lunatic, male-slut vibe, sure."
"(�) But I'm almost thirty and my day job is folding shirts at the Gap. Have you seen my room? I'm not messy. I'm rebelling against folding."
"Why don't we take the subway?"
He came to a smashing halt in the middle of the sidewalk. "Subway?" he said, as if I'd invited him to walk through the gates of hell. "I don't ride anything that goes underground. I'll be subterranean enough when I'm dead."
"No one commits suicide because they want to die."
"Then why do they do it?"
"Because they want to stop the pain."
These clever goddamn people. They really know how to play a guy. But holy Hell, their biggest skill is raping you, all the while making you think you're having consensual sex.
I got the Statue of Liberty right, but thought Brooklyn was Queens, and mistook Staten Island for New Jersey.
"I'm not very good with directions," I said.
"Not good?" Paul laughed hysterically. "You're geographically retarded."
For what it's worth, I think happiness is a fleeting condition, not a permanent goddamn state of mind. I've learned that if you chase after moments of bliss here and there, sometimes those moments will sustain you through the shit." He paused to pick a piece of tobacco off his tongue. "Personally, I don't like inherently happy people. I don't trust them. I think there's something seriously wrong with anyone who isn't at least a little let down by the world."
It's pretty simple, really, when you think about it: We all start out as little fishes in our daddy's pants, and we all end up a Thanksgiving feast for the worms, and in the meantime we have to find a couple good reasons to give a fuck.
Reach out and touch faith.
I'd shed my blood to touch the pearls that kiss your ears.
I'd sell my soul to see you fly.
“And no matter what anybody says about grief and about time healing all wounds, the truth is, there are certain sorrows that never fade away until the heart stops beating and the last breath is taken.�
Maybe it was true what Paul said about dreams. When they come true in reality, they never feel the same as they do when you imagine them.
Bananafish
The power of music rests in its ability to reach inside and touch the places where the deepest cuts lie. Like a benevolent god, a good song will never let you down.
“But sometimes talent isn’t worth shit. There are tons of talentless people out there making zillions of dollars. And unfortunately, an equal number of brilliant artists whose names and voices you’ll never hear.�
Remember this moment, my friend the tape recorder. Lying next to Eliza, I had the feeling I’d just found something I didn’t even know I’d lost.
But trying to describe how I felt watching her dance around and sing would be like trying to build a skyscraper with my bare hands. It made me want to marry her. Made me want to buy her a magic airplane and fly her away to a place where nothing bad could ever happen. Made me want to pour rubber cement all over my chest and then lay down on top of her so that we’d be stuck together, and so it would hurt like hell if we ever tried to tear ourselves apart.
“Bottom line, Eliza� you’re my home and my family, and I don’t want to lose you. I could lose everything else, and as long as I still had you and a guitar I know I’d be all right. Do you get what I’m saying?�
Shitney Spears
"Do you understand how big that is? That a silly little song can alter the course of a person’s destiny? My life would be remarkably different, remarkably less extraordinary, less everything, if it weren’t for the mystical force that a second ago you pitifully reduced to only rock ’n� roll.�
This is what it means to be in the middle of love, I thought. Being in the middle of love is like being in the middle of a war zone.
What I love, what it’s about for me, and what it’s always been about, is the music. Everything else I can use to wipe my ass.
I’ve got my girl and my guitar, and for me that’s enough. The rest is yesterday’s news.
“And if my aunt had balls she’d be my uncle.�
Over.
“It sounds silly, I know. But for me, the power of music rests in its ability to reach inside and touch the places where the deepest cuts lie. Like a benevolent god, a good song will never let you down. And sometimes, when you're trying to find your way, one of those gods actually shows up and gives you directions.�
“For the record, if I were Superman, a pale, scrawny guy holding a guitar would be Kryptonite.�
"I wanted to freeze the moment. Freeze it and jump inside of it and stay there until it melted into the warm, swishy liquid of happy memories."
"I celebrated the scene as one of those rare instances when you actually catch sight of happiness in motion. Happiness made everything soft and shiny like Vaseline on a camera lens."
"The thing is, we loved each other, and on some level we always will, but when you're twenty-three and you fall in love, you tend to think that love will supersede any problems .. no matter how much you love somebody, no matter how desperately you want a relationship to work, life can act as an oxidizer and corrode it to pieces."
"'Come on. We had sex. You have to.' He chuckled. 'Eliza, if that were my only criteria, do you know how many girls would know my real name?'"
“Come on. We had sex. You have to.
“There's a big difference between being alone and being lonely. And I'm guessing that once you've discovered this distinction you can't go back to solitary confinement without serious emotional repercussions.�
“Fate is just another word for people's choices coming to a head. Destiny, coincidence, whatever you name it. It inevitably lies in our hands.�
" ‘All is fair in love and war, right?� It was, by far, the dumbest cliche I had ever uttered. It was an insult to love and an inadmissible exoneration of war."
"'Eliza, are you crying?' 'It's just that, well, sometimes Happiness hurts.' "
We all start out as little fishes in our daddy's pants, and we all end up a Thanksgiving feast for the worms, and in the mean time, we have to find a couple of good reasons to give a f*ck
“Fate is just another word for people's choices coming to a head. Destiny, coincidence, whatever you name it. It inevitably lies in our hands.�
For what it’s worth, I think happiness is a fleeting condition, not a permanent goddamn state of mind. I’ve learned that if you chase after moments of bliss here and there, sometimes those moments will sustain you through the shit � Personally, I don’t like inherently happy people. I don’t trust them. I think there’s something seriously wrong with anyone who isn’t at least a little let down by the world.
“All your cocky-bastard nonsense, it’s an act, isn’t it?�
“If I said yes, would you love me less?�
“I’d probably love you more.�
“Bottom line, Eliza � you’re my home and my family, and I don’t want to lose you. I could lose everything else, and as long as I still had you and a guitar I know I’d be all right. Do you get what I’m saying?�
Paul is a tortured rock star, a lost soul, and a dreamer in a sea full of dreams. He is insanely talented, crap I bet he can make the dictionary sound amazing. Yet what I loved more about Paul was his solid truth. He was always about the love and the music. Always trying to stay true to the music. He too had a dark past, a past that helped his art have more meaning. In a way I guess all good artist are.
This new world just about kills everything inside me. It broke my heart to see the pain that they both go through. There is such loss, and so many mistakes after mistakes until the unthinkable happens. Here is where I lost it. How could my poor heart survive? but it was just that-she needed to save the savior. A big thanks to my GR friends because without them I would have not finished this book. It just hurt too much to imagine my world without Paul Hudson. In the end I am extremely happy with the ending and love, I repeat love this book. It wove its way into the core of my heart and will forever have a spot there.
Just the extraordinary simplicity of the moment-the kind of moment that has a funny way of making a person believe that life and love can last forever�
" There are still people out there who believe music is more than just something to dance to. I'm glad I got a chance to see that."
"There are things we never tell anyone. We want to but we can't. So we write them down. Or we paint them. Or we sing about them. Maybe we carve them into stone. Because that's what art is. It's our only option. To remember. To attempt to discover the truth. Sometimes we do it to stay alive. This things, they live inside of us. They are the secrets we stash in our pockets and the weapons we carry like guns across our backs. And in the end we have to decide for ourselfs when these things are worth fighting for, and when it's time to throw in the towel. Sometimes a person has to die in order to live..."