http://www.livejournal.com/users/icecreamemperor/72491.html?thread=203051#t203051
my neglect was forgetting to mention that peter came over this afternoon out of the blue on this beautiful day and at one point mentioned this exact same thing.
i am a poor lj friend who needs to wish taxi a happy belated birthday. the recent minor goodhearted skirmish in icecreamemperor's journal about jd salinger made me smile.
i just don't know how to articulate why anne carson rubs me the wrong way. well, there is one solid petty thing, but to tell you about that...it merits facetoface time only, methinks.
also, i was apprehensive about finally getting around to nickel and dimed, but i think that i like it as much as everyone else.
i like that joe and i got into the same authors randomly at the same time. tom robbins. murakami, kinda. i think i like less cleareyed narration though in general...even when people have problems, in murakami's world, they can speak clearly of them. my favorites, oh they will none of that. ha. dark and sooty places in which to lie down, reside. ...
but yeah, men in the off hours and the beauty of the husband remind me of the markson format, to be sure. but still. i dunno. barthelme and markson remind me a lot of each other actually. teetering on pretentious but not quite that annoyingly put-on-airs "clever." hum. just seeming, to me. that's all.
and i reacquainted myself with the paris review today. damn if i don't go in for writerly brainrubbing with embarrassing enthusiasm sometimes. i'm as guilty as could be.
donna tartt would make me feel better somehow if she didn't come off as so damn creepy outside of her actual writing.
more hums.
my neglect was forgetting to mention that peter came over this afternoon out of the blue on this beautiful day and at one point mentioned this exact same thing.
i am a poor lj friend who needs to wish taxi a happy belated birthday. the recent minor goodhearted skirmish in icecreamemperor's journal about jd salinger made me smile.
i just don't know how to articulate why anne carson rubs me the wrong way. well, there is one solid petty thing, but to tell you about that...it merits facetoface time only, methinks.
also, i was apprehensive about finally getting around to nickel and dimed, but i think that i like it as much as everyone else.
i like that joe and i got into the same authors randomly at the same time. tom robbins. murakami, kinda. i think i like less cleareyed narration though in general...even when people have problems, in murakami's world, they can speak clearly of them. my favorites, oh they will none of that. ha. dark and sooty places in which to lie down, reside. ...
but yeah, men in the off hours and the beauty of the husband remind me of the markson format, to be sure. but still. i dunno. barthelme and markson remind me a lot of each other actually. teetering on pretentious but not quite that annoyingly put-on-airs "clever." hum. just seeming, to me. that's all.
and i reacquainted myself with the paris review today. damn if i don't go in for writerly brainrubbing with embarrassing enthusiasm sometimes. i'm as guilty as could be.
donna tartt would make me feel better somehow if she didn't come off as so damn creepy outside of her actual writing.
more hums.