― Trevor, Friday, 7 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ally, Friday, 7 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Friday, 7 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Sam, Friday, 7 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I think this officially means that you are Oprah.
― Nitsuh, Friday, 7 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― lyra, Friday, 7 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ronan, Friday, 7 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Now I get to be melancholy.
― maria, Friday, 7 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Okay, about Wally Lamb -- to be utterly honest, every time I saw the title of I Know This Much is True I started singing Spandau Ballet. But I'm guessing that's not what the book is about, so what *is* it about?
Damn you, Ned, you've already asked me this question in email and goddamnit I answered! ;) It's basically about twin brothers, one is nuts and the other is "normal" and their interaction, that's an EXTREMELY simplified version of an extremely complicated plot.
― Dan Perry, Friday, 7 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I have not read these booXoR I just wanted to say that. Look it is not as bad as "plato dinner"
― mark s, Friday, 7 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I've read She's Come Undone 3 times and I think Bastard Out of Carolina is what caused my man to fall in love with me. When I said that was one of my favorite books his eyes got all googly and he's been at my side since.
Granted I think we're both just a little nerdy. One of his bands is named after a Harry Crews novel and when I heard that, well, let's just say I was quite excited.
Sam: I was making the Oprah crack just to be mean, I suppose. :) Although I have loathed everything I've ever looked at of Allison's, my rejection of Lamb is pretty much superficial and publishing/placement based.
But my literary tastes should be largely ignored, as I get really unnecessarily snippy about books.
I have a whole pile of things set to read this weekend, though, so I will return on Monday with something rational to say about literature.
― nathalie, Saturday, 8 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Many of my empathy-with-character moments are somewhat embarrassing and seem like potential indicators of a very poor self-image. Most recent -- and this seemed to step from some previously untapped reservoir of self-loathing -- was the narrator of Nicolson Baker's The Fermata, who occasionally has the power to stop the flow of time around him but can find little better to do with this power than undress women and masturbate. [But I do think most men reading this would sort of sigh with sad, pathetic understanding, which I suppose is partially the point.]
Actually, the movement of my thoughts in general is usually quite similar to that of Baker's prose (particularly that of U & I) and that is why I simply cannot fathom writing like Baker myself -- I feel a responsibility to do some actual work to shape that particular type of thinking into something else.
― Nitsuh, Saturday, 8 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Nick, Saturday, 8 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
And you're a shady salesperson, so don't take that moral high ground with me - we're both in the gutter together. ;-)
You may speak proper English, Nath, but you'll never speak English properly. Who were these people and did they use sign language?
I wonder.....
― Trevor, Saturday, 8 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― maryann, Sunday, 9 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)