And no, I'm not reading any damned Kerouac.
― Abbadavid Berman (Hurting), Wednesday, 5 April 2006 03:11 (nineteen years ago)
― Jaq (Jaq), Wednesday, 5 April 2006 03:21 (nineteen years ago)
― Jeff LeVine (Jeff LeVine), Wednesday, 5 April 2006 04:20 (nineteen years ago)
― zan, Wednesday, 5 April 2006 16:02 (nineteen years ago)
― o. nate (onate), Wednesday, 5 April 2006 16:04 (nineteen years ago)
Didion's essays: Slouching Towards Bethlehem, Where I Was From, The White Album. And fiction too: Run River or Play It As It Lays.
And Steinbeck, of course.
― zan, Wednesday, 5 April 2006 16:04 (nineteen years ago)
― Jaq (Jaq), Wednesday, 5 April 2006 16:35 (nineteen years ago)
― pixel farmer (Rock Hardy), Wednesday, 5 April 2006 17:37 (nineteen years ago)
― Beth Parker (Beth Parker), Wednesday, 5 April 2006 20:03 (nineteen years ago)
― wmlynch (wlynch), Wednesday, 5 April 2006 20:09 (nineteen years ago)
"The Player" and "Among The Dead," by Michael Tolkin, both set in LA. Hysterically vicious. The latter concerns a plane crash, so maybe don't read on plane. Or do!
― Beth Parker (Beth Parker), Wednesday, 5 April 2006 20:14 (nineteen years ago)
― m coleman (lovebug starski), Wednesday, 5 April 2006 20:52 (nineteen years ago)
― m coleman (lovebug starski), Wednesday, 5 April 2006 20:53 (nineteen years ago)
― Mark Klobas, Thursday, 6 April 2006 01:25 (nineteen years ago)
― tokyo nursery school: afternoon session (rosemary), Thursday, 6 April 2006 01:50 (nineteen years ago)
― wmlynch (wlynch), Thursday, 6 April 2006 20:18 (nineteen years ago)
― anthony easton (anthony), Thursday, 6 April 2006 23:24 (nineteen years ago)
― pepektheassassin (pepektheassassin), Tuesday, 11 April 2006 04:00 (nineteen years ago)