Too Much Confusion Here

(Possible spoiler re Battlestar Galactica ahead, so stop reading now if you’re nervous. Though if you haven’t seen it I think the “spoiler” will just be garbled & incomprehensible. Like, even more than this blog usually is. Ba-dum-bum.)

I reviewed Joshua Ferris’s debut novel, Then We Came to the End, in theStar this week. Not sure what’s up with that headline – “Survival is so relative” seems rather gnomic to me. But what the hey.

In the Friends of Bury Me Not department, a painter has a painting blog. Really nice stuff. If we were both on MySpace we would be each other’s Friends, but we’ll have to settle for being real friends in the real world.

Moistworks, which is one of the very best mp3 blogs out there, is having its annual week of guest posts by authors. It kicks off with a candid personal essay about motherhood stress by Jenny Offill. Other contributors lined up for the week include not one but two who wrote great novels based on the Patty Hearst story – Susan Choi & Christopher Sorrentino – so I’m all aflutter already. (See Hearst, Patty: DW obsession with.)

Battlestar Galactica finale: holy crap! Is Bob Dylan the fifth and final Cylon? (That might explain a lot, actually. Ba-dum-bum.)

When Character X muttered “there must be some kind of way out of here,” my ears perked up in a vague recognition, and then when Character Y was ranting and said “[pause] there’s too much confusion [pause]” I actually recited the first verse of “All Along the Watchtower” to my fellow TV watcher (who, wisely, more or less ignored me). Even then, though, I figured I must surely be imagining things. Right? Nope – the sleeper-agent Cylons were actually activated with a classic rock anthem from Earth. I shit you not.

I’m still wrapping my head around that one. Could be the most audacious move yet, and this in a show that’s already jumped forward in time more than a year in the middle of an episode, for God’s sake. The general reaction to the insertion of Earthling pop culture has been furious revulsion, it seems, but the jury in my head is still out – I’m dying to see how it plays out. I mean, they are clearly en route to an Earth that’s likely close to our own, right? So maybe the song is a message from Earth. What’s the relationship of the Cylons to Earth? What kind of Cylons arethese, anyway, that apparently age and have kids? Is Starbuck a Cylon or what? Is Roslin? She was seizing up at the same time as the other four, even though she seemed to never hear the music and wasn’t summoned to the landing bay. And there were those communal dreams she was having with the two other Cylons.

Holy cow am I a nerd. But so be it.