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David Foster Wallace

Writing The Long Way Around

I was introduced to this writer through our close reading practice and there is a link to the piece we looked at in the entry on November 8 – Close Reading of the Literary Kind. Tonight when I was waiting for our quiz I picked up one of the McSweeney’s and started to read another short story by the amazingly talented David Foster Wallace. I can’t post a link to the piece because I was interrupted before finishing and didn’t take a note of the title – d’oh!  I will tomorrow. I did however Google DFW not ten minutes ago … Continue reading David Foster Wallace

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Men who fart and the women who laugh at them

Writing The Long Way Around

I was driving home this evening mentally composing numerous blog articles about my first day back on the course. About our fantastic new module Theory and Authorship. About our Reader-in-Residence who held a literary quiz after hours complete with wine and lime and chilli Pringles (amazing new food group that ought to be all we need to exist). About our guest speaker Linda Cracknell. About how I have changed as a reader. About how Sam Kelly was finally rude about an author, calling his latest work utter shite, and having the nous and professionalism to go as far as photocopying … Continue reading Men who fart and the women who laugh at them

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Could have, should have

Writing The Long Way Around

It has now happened to me four times. The first time was in 1992 when I was spending the weekend in a broken down, tired and old bed and breakfast on the Isle-that-dare-not-speak-it’s-name-from-embarrassment-OK-Bute-there-I-said-it, and the fourth time was last night. One minute I am dreaming deeply asleeply, and the next I am bolt upright in bed with an entire story plot simply screaming to be written down. It is never a fully fleshed out story but is always the complete skeleton of why, how and where, and strangely enough always horror/thriller based. I think because I so often have horror/thriller dreams. Which is why … Continue reading Could have, should have