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Fallaciloquent Belters

Casablanca in Space is my thing now. Long live the Trilby.

 

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Small corrections. Positive encouragement.

Someone’s going to die for some chickens.

George Saunders is a crackerjack.

“What’s important is that something undeniable and nontrivial happens to the reader between entry and exit.”

 

Metameta in a bret easton ellis interview

I’m a fan of Bret Easton Ellis. Some of his work a lot more than others, but on the whole certainly a fan. So Laist.com caught my eye with this b.e.e. interview about the new followup to Less Than Zero, Imperial Bedrooms. Not sure I’m going to get the chance to read Imperial Bedrooms any time soon, but throughout the interview I was distracted with the idea of how oddly meta it would be of RDjr to star in another film adaptation of a book that incorporates the first book and film as somewhat unauthorized adaptations (not to mention RDjr’s brilliant, tragic performance as Julian itself ) as fictional elements. A brain breaking miasma of art vs. life vs. art vs. art.

Also, he also drops some screenwriting talk and the obligatory Raymond Chandler reference. I wonder if b.e.e. has listened to any Bloc Party

PRELUDE TO A SUPER AIRPLANE.

The internet takes me to strange and interesting places sometimes. Places often best left unseen. And it makes me wonder if I haven’t somehow completely eradicated my sense of good taste. But as I often feel the need to harp on about here blogside, my tastes are questionable. I like JAWS 3-D, and that’s been around longer than Internets. So yeah, more evidence that I probably never had a sense of good taste. It’s good that I collect these here because I’m certain it’ll get me into trouble someday. Not that such a collection might exonerate me or anything, just know that I understand that you’re thinking “Wtf, Nicolle?!”

I don’t know, man. I don’t know.

Tonight, I found myself reading “Prelude to a Super Airplane” not quite certain whether I found it loathsome, or awesome.  So I kept reading. Thought about stopping. Skipped some pages. Admired the page layout. Read some more. Then I hit this bit:

(His co-airplane-driver, an aspiring scientist named Markush Von Vendervan, was supposed to be doing these calculations, 18 but he was currently having visions of what he would later say was his “scientific destiny”.)

and I thought, Well, to hell with it, I gotta finish it now. I mean, I feel obligated in a way, I read Heart Breaking Work, hell, I read Danielewski’s Only Revolutions. This is kinda like those and the movie SPEED. And/or Chuck Norris. And JAWS- the chapter font somehow reminds me of JAWS.

So check it out if you like airplanes!

 


advice for anyone

Okay, so I did read the Harry Potter. It was pretty good. Today I’m practicing understatement.

Last week Cory sent me a link to a rap video that expresses an unusual sentiment- for Cory at least, since he may in fact be illiterate, that people should make and effort to read books among other things. A few explicit lyrics so check your speakers if at work:

Something I can totally get behind. Plus I’m all for tasteless booty shakin’. Animated booty even more so.