- Bowie's gonna be 65 tomorrow. You'll hear a bunch this weekend.
- I was going to try to read Graeber's Debt next, but who the fuck am I fooling. I've said this ad nauseum: I will read the prologues and intros and conclusions of non-fiction to get the author's thesis, I've no interest in the author's meticulous (or not) arrangement of selectively edited and compiled facts justifying his thesis when there are novels and poems I could be reading.
- Where did the money go?
- Madrick on how austerity is killing Europe.
- The fall of the Third Hungarian Republic.
- Talking about my comrades.
- I'm afraid of Americans.
- Ron Paul and the propriety of criticism.
- GOP mendacity.
- 2012 Obama fans shaping up to be worse than 2008's.
- I do have Tariq Ali's quick Idea of Communism which I hope to read this weekend as a sherbet between novels, then what? Beckett's Trilogy I'm not sure will work after Murakami, maybe Gass's Tunnel - it's on the 2012 reread schedule.
- Pound's Cantos for those of you who do.
- This is one of my ten most air-guitared songs ever:
FABLIAU OF FLORIDA
Barque of phosphor On the palmy beach, Move outward into heaven, Into the alabasters And night blues. Foam and cloud are one. Sultry moon-monsters Are dissolving. Fill your black hull With white moonlight. There will never be an end To this droning of the surf.
(Not trying to persuade you, just saying because I can...) Debt doesn't really have that setup. Not really any intro or prologue, possibly the first chapter counts as one, but certainly not really any conclusion laid out in one place. Just lots of little connections and kabooms along the way.ReplyDelete
I've recalled it (from a major asshole in Hilltop's Chicago School-style econ dept - yay!) and will give it another try. I should amend my statement slightly to say, at least I no longer *buy* non-fiction since odds are overwhelming I'll only read the intro and conclusion.ReplyDelete
I'll give it a shot and hope to surprise myself.
Everything is fiction. Yes, that's quite precisely how deep I am. Precisely.ReplyDelete
Also: Norwood is the Red Door Store, less than a mile from our pothead friends at the North Norwood Quaker Academy.
Of course it's not a real place. That the JutP guy is so surprised by that is...unsurprising. But when I first saw the sign, I immediately thought of the Red Door Store and SSFS--I think you would've too, if you'd seen the sign before Dan Reed got snippy about it.
The real answer is that going north on Layhill Road from the ICC gets you to about the fourth or fifth most nowhere place in MoCo, and certainly the most nowhere place east of Sundown.
If you're taking requests: Queen Bitch; Hang on to Yourself (like tigers on vaseline!); John I'm Only Dancing: Panic in Detroit. Just for starters.ReplyDelete