Category Archives: sloth

Fourteenth: Long Time, No Blog

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


Thirteenth: Hanging Around

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.”

Ninth Post: “A little old for a first-time novelist”

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.

Eighth Post: Bobby Fischer

…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.