Posts added in September 2008
In that suitcase were invitations from friends and pre-sets on a car radio tuned to stations I had never heard. In that suitcase were bad dreams and secret hopes. The dirty linen was in a special nylon compartment. Her childhood was in there – the awkward child with rough plaits who grew into a beautiful heavy-haired woman, who never quite believed the compliments of the mirror. Her husband was in there, or maybe he was strapped to the side, where you usually keep the lifeboats.
I was going to call this novel Unedited. Unedited? A short novel for the internet. Although, with a nod in the direction of Per Petterson, it might be called Out Stealing Timber, because that’s what I was doing when the idea came to me. We were basking in a heatwave during the summer and I […]
I had this in my head for the last few days. Melancholy is my middle name.
The Guardian has the text of a speech David Foster Wallace gave to a graduating class at Kenyon College, Ohio: In the day-to-day trenches of adult life, there is no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And an […]
From Jacob Russell’s Barking Dog, on Sarah Palin: Those warnings not to underestimate her were right. This is one sick scary power hungry person… a Pretty White Lady version of Idi Amin…. gave me chills… * At the Kenyon Review, Sergei Lobanov-Rostovsky, discusses innocence and obscenity, with particular reference to Thomas Glave’s story The Torturer’s […]