I just discovered that my most beloved pair of Rocket Dogs (see this photo) have finally died*. There are huge cracks in the soles (like, I can see my socks through them), and there are holes along the sides. _________________________________________________________________ *Josh is of the opinion that they died six months ago, and that I shouldn't be wearing them in January anyway, but what ...
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bookshelvesofdoom on 8th Jan 2010 (via bookshelvesofdoom.blogs.com)
Katie Roiphe's NYTBR essay on sex and American fiction is full of holes (Kunkel, Franzen, and Foer the heirs apparent to Roth, Updike, and Mailer?). But it does make at least one good point vis a vis sex in the current generation of fiction and irony: The younger writers are so self-conscious, so steeped in a certain kind of liberal education, that their characters can’t condone even their own...
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ConversationalReading on 4th Jan 2010 (via conversationalreading.com)
It’s Advent* – but anyone hoping that we were going to go all fuzzy and seasonal and ‘chestnuts roasting round an open fire’-y before we dispersed to our separate bolt-holes for Christmas, is going to be mightily disappointed. We have precisely two – count’ em – TWO, seasonal pieces this week. Other than that,
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VulpesLibris on 13th Dec 2009 (via vulpeslibris.wordpress.com)