So it’s been a while, and I have consumed some culture since last posting. A partial list:
In Cold Blood, by Truman Capote
Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band. Live.
Josh Ritter. Live.
Jon Dee Graham and Matthew Ryan. Live.
On Becoming a Novelist, by John Gardner
Michael Clayton
Into the Wild
Categories: movies · sloth
Tagged: Truman Capote, John Gardner, Bruce Springsteen, Josh Ritter, Matthew Ryan, Jon Dee Graham, Music, George Clooney, Sean Penn, Alex Supertramp
Good story in the NY Times today about Richard Price. I particularly liked this quote by Price:
“I always like to hang out,” he said, “because, one, it’s a way of avoiding really writing; and, two, sometimes God is a crackerjack novelist and you can plagiarize the hell out of him.”
Categories: New York Times · Richard Price · setting · sloth
I haven’t even finished the article yet, but yes!:
What distinguishes the book from most debut efforts is the grandness of its ambition. It’s a first novel that wants to read like the work of someone at the peak of his career, and it has an almost Dickensian amplitude — overamplitude, some critics may say — of subplot and detail; it’s one of those novels that strive to be much more than the sum of their parts, and in which the writing is not always averse to showing off a little.
Categories: Charles Bock · New York Times · ambition · setting · sloth
…was found dead in Iceland.
Iceland? How did Bobby Fischer end up in Iceland. There’s got to be a story in there somewhere. If only I wasn’t too lazy to find it.
Anyway, for reference, here’s an article.
Categories: Bobby Fischer · chess? · sloth
