I have chosen what will probably be the last really nice weekend of the year to completely sequester myself with books. I am laying siege to the shelves, attacking that which has lingered too long. Forget spring cleaning, this is an end-of-year purge. Since Friday evening I have cleared three books off the list [...]
Even without any prompting, my brilliant readers connected Robert Coover’s short story “The Babysitter” with Spanking the Maid when I described the repetition, with variation, in the novel. But I believe there is an important difference between the two, which wouldn’t have been made clear from my first post, now that I’ve read “The [...]
No Tomorrow by Vivant Denon—or really, shouldn’t it be “No Tomorrow,” as this is more a short story than anything else—is a small, fine thing, not unlike the figures that grace its cover in the new NYRB edition.* The 1777 erotic tale is clear and precise without being explicit or coarse. It is not [...]
Check out the following passage from Shoplifting from American Apparel‘s opening Gmail chat conversation between Sam and Luis:
“When Marissa and I fight we lay on our sides for an hour in different rooms and wait for the person that was mean to come into the room and say they are sorry, then we [...]
From the beginning I equivocated about whether to read Tao Lin’s Shoplifting from American Apparel, both intrigued and turned off by the idea of reading anything with “American Apparel” in the title. Too current—and yet, isn’t American Apparel already dated? But I am all about novellas, and awesome book design.* But then again I [...]
Even with a free hour of rest today, I’m lazy and foggy and should save my energy for (finally!) some real posting this week (promise!). So, a bulleted Sunday Salon:
Go read Sympathetic Character Week (the whole series). As I’ve mentioned, I’ve been watching a ton of “All Creatures Great and Small” and reading [...]
Man and boy,” said honest Jarl, “I have lived ever since I can remember.” And truly, who may call to mind when he was not? To ourselves, we all seem coeval with creation. Whence it comes, that it is so hard to die, ere the world itself is departed.
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