We all know the line…
I want to bottle-fuck you slowly with my sunglasses on.
But Eric refers to his sunglasses over 20 times in the book. They are clearly not just sunglasses.
He took off his sunglasses and looked closely at Ingram. He tried to read his face. It was empty of affect. He thought of putting his sunglasses on the associate’s face, to make him real, give him meaning in the sweep of other people’s perceptions, but the glasses would have to be clear and thicklensed and life-defining. If you knew the man ten years, it might take you all that time to notice he did not wear glasses. It was a face that was lost without them.
Chauffeur Deb dream-casted Jane this week and of course, the water bottle. Where there’s a water bottle, there are sunglasses…
“You grip the water bottle.” “It’s that soft type plastic.” “You grip it. You choke it.” “It’s a matter-of-fact thing.” “It’s sexual tension.” “It’s everyday nervousness in a life.” “It’s sexual tension,” he said. He told Ingram to reach over with his free hand and fish the sunglasses out of the suit jacket on the hanger nearby. The associate managed to do this. Eric put on the glasses.
With Knightley officially not attached to Comsopolis, our Elise is still trying to hail a cab. Who will hold their own to Eric and his sunglasses:
“I haven’t seen you in a while. I looked for you this morning. He took off his sunglasses, for effect. She gazed into his face. She looked steadily, with fixed attention. “Your eyes are blue,” she said. He lifted her hand and held it to his face, smelling and licking. The Sikh at the wheel was missing a finger. Eric regarded the stub, impressive, a serious thing, a body ruin that carried history and pain. “Eat breakfast yet?” “No,” she said. “Good. I’m hungry for something thick and chewy.”
“You never told me you were blue-eyed.”
This weeks wallpaper by M fits perfectly into my musings 🙂 Do you think Eric Packer wears his sunglasses at night? My final shady excerpt, one of my favorites…one that blew my mind a few lines after (purposely excluded) 😉
Torval smiled broadly. It was the first time Eric had seen him smile. With his free hand he took the sunglasses out of his shirt pocket and shook the temples loose. “But the voice is only half the operation,” Torval said, then paused invitingly. “You’re saying there’s a code as well.” “A preprogrammed spoken code.” Eric put on the glasses.
Our past discussion groups have talked about the sunglasses in general but let’s focus on them specifically. Eric’s sunglasses MUST be discussed. What meaning did you gather from them in the book? Just sunglasses for you? Or more…