The day came when I decided to give up literature. I gave it up. This was in no way traumatic but rather liberating. Between you and me, I’ll confess that it was like losing my virginity.
from Roberto Bolaño's 2666
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- Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman
- Ham on Rye by Charles Bukowski
- The 42nd Parallel by John Dos Passos
- Dirty Wars by Jeremy Scahill
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by Jonathan Lethem I have an Internet within the Internet. It is my very, very own Internet, a place like the one that is known to you e...
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Adapted from "Be Our Guest," of Disney's Beauty and the Beast (1991) I'm imagining a huge musical number during a tour o...
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I need this for a moment. I need to say this even if it is nonsensical, obvious, naive, simplistic, or all of the above. Not that this is an...
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A drunk driver [dd] deciding between drinking the last drink from his bottle [alcohol → milk analogy: dd’s adult sustenance] and saving it f...
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On Sergio De La Pava's A Naked Singularity. In a recent pre-review of D.T. Max’s upcoming David Foster Wallace biography, Ev... -
An obese woman who has just spent an inordinate amount of time and effort settling into her seat in a café with her favorite indulgence, a s...
