Moviegoer
In Walker Percyís story The Moviegoer, Binx Bolling, a Stockbroker on the
verge of turning thirty is on a quest. Set in 1960 New Orleans during Mardi Gras

Binx, an upper class southern gentleman sets out to find out about himself.

Answer questions that have tugged at his soul. Questions about despair,
everydayness, religion and romance. Binx is stuck in a quagmire. He must break
out from this cloak of ennui and find the essence of being. But how? How can
people, a person with a soul and a world at their fingertips be so inept at
finding what makes them alive. Can it be found in religion or on the arm of a
southern beauty? Maybe it can be found in the surrealism of a movie, or the
excitement of making money. What if an answer is found? Will it frighten a
person back to their everydayness? Some of these question are sound, others may
be just thoughts in the authors mind, but they are questions that Binx must find
out about. The following will talk about the idea of despair & everydayness
and if others think about searching the way Binx Bolling does. Binx is deathly
afraid of being pulled into everydayness. That is to say that he does not want
to fall into the trap of a daily, weekly of life long rut. He does not want to
settle for just living just an existence. He wants to be noticed, to have the
ability of excitement on a daily routine. To work hard and start a family and
fight for what he thinks is a grand life. Only to realize years later that such
a routine was established you never left from where you started. To Binx that is
death. Not physically dead, but soulfully dead. But what is so wrong with
everydayness. One could argue that everydayness could be a positive influence.

Millions of people for hundreds of years have lived a life of everydayness. Has
society stopped? Have people withered into tiny robots fueled by repetition?

People need repetition to keep them going. Everydayness gets us up in the
morning. It puts us in the game of life. It causes others to rely on one
another. If you are to change a habit, chaos can follow. The man who changes his
routine of being husband and father can cause such damage to his family and
others that itís almost unthinkable. Maybe these people are the ones on to
something. And the people rooting about trying to avoid everydayness are the
ones that are lost. They are the ones stuck in everydayness, stuck in despair.

Binx tries with all his might to avoid the pit falls of everydayness and
despair. He finds comfort on the arm of various women and in the movies that he
frequents. Maybe he is on to something here. If you change the company you are
with on a regular basis, you can avoid the everydayness that has taken the life
of others around him. Different smiles that are all the same, backsides that
melt together: Marcia, Linda and now Sharon. Talk about repetition. Thatís a
living hell and then to justify it all through a movie. To believe that a
celluloid hero can mimic real life is just unreal. Happiness can be written into
the script. Everydayness is an overlooked flash in the background. The director
yells cut if things go amiss. Ideals can be manipulated to fit the screen. Binx
puts more effort into avoiding everydayness than it takes to live with it He is
avoiding something that so many of us long to have. Is Binx that far into his
own despair that he is missing the whole idea of finding everydayness? Many
people search for that perfect person just to spend a lifetime of everydayness
with. Binx lives through the movies he sees. He finds a realness there, a
realness that is lacking in real life. He talks about certification. With that
he feels that the places where we live and visit are not real unless those
locations are depicted in the movies. Itís not just movies where he finds this
certification. For example when both he and Kate travel to Chicago. Binx talks
about the genie-soul he goes on: "Not a single thing do I remember from the
first trip (referring to a trip his dad took him, and his brother when they were
young boys) but this: the sense of the place, the savor of the genie-soul of
this place which every place has