September 2010
17 posts
“Harry tries to imagine the world through her clear green eyes, every little thing vivid and sharp and new, packed full of itself like a satin valentine.”
-Rabbit at Rest
If any of you want to join me and my good friend...
On the sixth day God put a large chunk of dry land right under that of his chosen people, gave them assault rifles and the ability to harvest drugs, and made pools of bored and disenchanted youth in the promised land to the north. He then sank back into the God-shaped depression in his leather couch, picked up the pint of rocky road that was sitting and sweating on the coffee table, and said...
Well we were at this school out west and all my friends from Njcu were there. We lunched and chatted and did all that typical stuff and then for some reason I started to wander off the campus into this complex of what I thought was office buildings at the time. By now it was dusk and the light was fading fast. I started to wander around the perimeter of these buildings and noted how grassy and...
VN's opinions: on drug addicts who might consider...
“Drug addicts, especially young ones, are conformists flocking together in sticky groups, and I do not write for groups, not approve of group therapy (the big scene in the Freudian Farce); as I have said often enough, I write for myself in multiplicate, a not unfamiliar phenomenon on the horizons of shimmering deserts. Young dunces who turn to drugs cannot read Lolita, or any of my books;...
When I was in my middle teens and documentaries decrying dogma came to the forefront of my “intellectual” appetite I felt an incomparable contempt for the institution of religion. My shroud of Catholicism was lifted and I breathed the fresh air of Charles Dawkins’s fiery cynicism. Since those years of naivety I’ve assumed a new perspective on the human spirit and the...
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“Francis X. Clines, in the Sunday Times…: “President Reagan resembled a bashful...”
– Victoria Geng, “Love Trouble Is My Business” (1984)
‘Jonathan Franzen reads Veronica Geng’s “Love Trouble Is My Business” and Ian Frazier’s “Coyote v. Acme” and discusses them with The New Yorker’s fiction editor, Deborah Treisman.’
(via whilebird)
Thank you Alexis Okeowo.
Some insight into how backwards American drug policy results in the violent deaths of thousands of people each year.
“As both the Mexican and U.S. governments throw money and troops at the drug trade, they willfully ignore the more painful roots of a war that has no end in sight: American drug addiction, American demand for cheap labor, and American and Mexican profits off of illegal...
In Nabokov’s Transparent Things the narrators function as spectral beings observing the short life of a miserable and insufferable Person. While they suggest a five-dimensional consciousness living above mortal man they cannot change the events that time (and choice and chance) put on the table. The “transparent things” refer not only to the objects that serve as blunders to...
Updike in 2008.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgF9d84IDE4&feature=related
Notes from a New Jersey mall.
Your child is an afterthought as she clings to your shoulder.
“What’s this one called? The Druid?”
Yes, put her down so you can shop unfettered.
“Tell me about this plan – is there unlimited internet in this one?”
“Sweetie, where’s Maria?”
“And its on the 3G network right?”
“Maria!”, his wife shouts as the child happily waltzes into a group of rambunctious teens.
“So it comes out to how much a...
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Vacationing in the Caribbean - Harry and the gang set out to be do-it-yourself sailors for the day. He pairs up with Cindy Murkett, the wife of one of his country club friends. Bumbling through the assembly he can’t seem to stop his mouth from watering at the thought of his presumed infidelity.
“They have you wear a kind of black rubber pad around your middle and in hers Cindy...
"Easy, you know, does it, son."
“While Ma and Janice had scraped together supper, the girl had sat there in the bamboo basket chair brought in from the porch and they all eased around her like cars easing around an accident on the highway. Harry could hardly take his eyes from this grown woman sitting there so demure and alien and perceptibly misshapen. She breathed air that he’d forgotten, of high-school loveliness,...
