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In a David Rakoff essay I was reading today he said:

"…the nadir of all time: the Cajun-scented, plague-ravaged Reagan eighties in New York; horrible, black years of red fish and blue drinks."

I still can’t get over opening a book and seeing this on the first page. The fuck?

I still can’t get over opening a book and seeing this on the first page. The fuck?

Garcia Marquez had already won the Nobel Prize when he wrote Love in the Time of Cholera. Isn’t that crazy? It was like a late bonus novel. Love in the Time of Cholera. One of things that’s funny is that when I was really struggling to understand Gravity’s Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon, one of my worries was that Pynchon somehow wasn’t a real human being with a real human heart, that he was so difficult because all he cared about was being the smartest and that he probably couldn’t write anything simple and that he was probably unmovable emotionally. And then I found this. Pynchon’s review of Love in the Time of Cholera. And I knew Pynchon was a real person and that he loved that novel the way I did. And that made a big difference for me. I could trust him, you know?

When he accepted the Nobel prize in 1982, Garcia Marquez described Latin America as a “source of insatiable creativity, full of sorrow and beauty, of which this roving and nostalgic Colombian is but one cipher more, singled out by fortune. Poets and beggars, musicians and prophets, warriors and scoundrels, all creatures of that unbridled reality, we have had to ask but little of imagination, for our crucial problem has been a lack of conventional means to render our lives believable.”

dftbamy:

Full HD Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog for people who haven’t seen it because now you have no excuse

Just over and over again Emily Bazelon has written about the unbelievable details of the Jameis Winston sexual assault investigation. To say the case was mishandled is such a profound understatement. It was not handled at all. And every time I read about it, I get angry. I don’t know how much coverage the case got on sportscenter or whatever as FSU went on to win the national championship. The only coverage that I ever saw that really shook me up was on Slate and by Emily Bazelon.

So here’s one more link about the case.

I guess at some point there won’t be any more articles. That’s how it goes.

Sam Smith — Stay With Me

I’d never heard of this dude before he was on SNL but I really like this song. It makes me sad in a happy way.


Ernest Hemingway to F. Scott Fitzgerald: “Kiss My Ass”
Hemingway once sent F. Scott Fitzgerald a typescript of A Farewell to Arms. Fitzgerald sent back ten pages of edits and comments, signing off with “A beautiful book it is!”. You can see Hemingway’s first reaction above (signed EH).
Ernest Hemingway to F. Scott Fitzgerald: “Kiss My Ass”

Hemingway once sent F. Scott Fitzgerald a typescript of A Farewell to Arms. Fitzgerald sent back ten pages of edits and comments, signing off with “A beautiful book it is!”. You can see Hemingway’s first reaction above (signed EH).

I think books are like people, in the sense that they’ll turn up in your life when you most need them.
Emma Thompson (via bookoisseur)