“The only reason women will have sex with them [straight men] is that sex is the price they are willing to pay for a relationship with a man, which is what they want.”—Stephen Fry, a stupid person’s idea of a clever person.
“If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it heavy walls, and we will furnish it with soft red interiors, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that resonates like a diamond falling to a jeweler’s felt so that we should never hear it. Love me, because love doesn’t exist, and I have tried everything that does.”—Everything is Illuminated, Jonathan Safran Foer
A suburban man enters a surreal journey, guided by a succession of bizarre characters. There’s a lot of grand themes here, fate, love, sacrifice, but ultimately it’s a very human story, funny and sad, and offers few answers. It made me realize I read far too much Western literature.
Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov
Nabokov’s love letter to the English language is also a middle-aged weirdo’s love letter to his 12 year old step-daughter. Uncomfortable to read, and ultimately powerful despite, not because, of the florid language. (It’s also a great travelogue of the USA.)
Farewell, My Lovely, Raymond Chandler
Classic hard-boiled detective fiction. The similes have never been more exaggerated, the dames have never been as mysterious, the tough guy’s never been as big and strong (he bends a guy’s head around the wrong way of a chair). A fun read.
Cat’s Cradle, Kurt Vonnegut, jr.
Comic but depressing science fiction centring around the atomic bomb. It’s still relevant as there are still so many ways we can and are destroying the world. Theodore Sturgeon said “you better take it lightly, because if you don’t you’ll go off weeping and shoot yourself”. Maybe I didn’t take it lightly enough.
In Cold Blood, Truman Capote
Non-fiction, but written in prose, it’s not clear how much of the people’s thoughts (and it’s difficult to remember they are people, not characters) are real or were just made up. It doesn’t matter. It centres around the brutal, unmotivated slaying of a family and efforts to bring the killers to justice. But as it goes on, you (or at least, I did) start empathising with the murderers.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, Arthur Conan Doyle
I read this as a bit of light relief, but halfway through realised I’d read it before. The mysteries aren’t particularly well constructed, and Holmes can be an incredibly obnoxious character, but it’s still fun.
After a couple pages, you won’t want to be here. So forget it. Go away. Get out while you’re still in one piece.
There has to be something better on television. Or since you have so much time on your hands, maybe you could take a night course. Become a doctor. You could make something out of yourself. Treat yourself to a dinner out. Color your hair.
Southern Mississippi University announced today that it would revoke the scholarships of five members of the college’s pep band after they led a bigoted chant during an NCAA basketball tournament game last Thursday. The students, who have not been identified, chanted, “Where’s your green card?” at Kansas State basketball player Angel Rodriguez, who was born in Puerto Rico, during a free throw attempt. The university’s president apologized for the incident after the game. In addition to the loss of scholarships, the five students have been removed from the pep band and will be required to complete a course on cultural sensitivity.
Waiting for the inevitable ”WHAT ABOUT TEH FREEDOM OF THEIR SPEECH” response from the right.
At least it’s something?
I got news for you, racist fucktards, Puerto Rico is American territory.
“I detest the theatre as being a primitive and putrid form, historically speaking; a form that smacks of stone-age rites and communal nonsense despite those individual injections of genius, such as, say, Elizabethan poetry which a closeted reader automatically pumps out of the stuff.”—Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov.
… is a play brimming with teenage frustration and ironic meta-textual deliciousness. It’s about people who live more in fantasy than reality, because it’s easier to control. I doubt if tonight’s the last we see of it.