Write or Die…
…or at least anything to stop that noise!! write or die Continue reading Write or Die…
…or at least anything to stop that noise!! write or die Continue reading Write or Die…
Accept no other…The New Yorker Fiction Continue reading Stephen King for The New Yorker
Yes. It is indeed a Simpson’s reference. The parallel is of course that if I don’t vent some frustration I am going to explode! AAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH! If I was ten years younger I would go out get drunk and sleep with somebody inappropriate just to jerk myself back down to earth. Or move house/town. Being ten years older my options are knitting, making soup and freezing it in handy portion size containers or properly filing my tax returns. I suppose I could go for a run. Good grief. And shit; I can’t even knit. Note to self, learn knitting. Continue reading Vent gas to avoid nuclear explosion
Recently discovered Joshua Ferris and here is a short story he wrote for the New Yorker. I haven’t read it yet but plan to this evening. Also recommended to me, Sophie Hannah and Roberto Bolano I also keep tripping over delirious people still ecstatic from reading Dave Eggers A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius Continue reading Reading Radar
…Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert and Behindlings by Nicola Barker (still haven’t got very far with this). Have a week to read Paul O’Grady’s memoir ‘At My Mother’s Knee and Other Low Joints. IdonwannaIdonwanna! Continue reading Currently Reading…