Bridge to Terabithia

on August 17, 2011


Favorite Snacks of Great Writers

, on August 3, 2011

NYT feature, and a bonus:

“Breakfast is the only meal of the day that I tend to view with the same kind of traditionalized reverence that most people associate with Lunch and Dinner. I like to eat breakfast alone, and almost never before noon; anybody with a terminally jangled lifestyle needs at least one psychic anchor every twenty-four hours, and mine is breakfast. In Hong Kong, Dallas or at home — and regardless of whether or not I have been to bed — breakfast is a personal ritual that can only be properly observed alone, and in a spirit of genuine excess. The food factor should always be massive: four Bloody Marys, two grapefruits, a pot of coffee, Rangoon crepes, a half-pound of either sausage, bacon, or corned beef hash with diced chiles, a Spanish omelette or eggs Benedict, a quart of milk, a chopped lemon for random seasoning, and something like a slice of Key lime pie, two margaritas, and six lines of the best cocaine for dessert… Right, and there should also be two or three newspapers, all mail and messages, a telephone, a notebook for planning the next twenty-four hours and at least one source of good music… All of which should be dealt with outside, in the warmth of a hot sun, and preferably stone naked.”
—Hunter S. Thompson

[via reddit]


Humor and Kafka

, , on August 1, 2011

“Alas”, said the mouse, “the world is growing smaller every day. At the beginning it was so big that I was afraid, I kept running and running, and I was glad when at last I saw walls far away to the right and left, but these long walls have narrowed so quickly that I am in the last chamber already, and there in the corner stands the trap that I must run into”. “You only need to change your direction”, said the cat, and ate it up.

Laughing with Kafka (.pdf) by David Foster Wallace.
[via Consider the Lobster – I highly recommend the book for the depth with which it covers varied topics, but the writing is at times obnoxious]


Everything Was Beautiful and Nothing Hurt

, on June 27, 2011


An essay about Kurt Vonnegut (a good read whether or not you like his books).
[via reddit]


Very Short Stories

on June 23, 2011

For sale: baby shoes, never worn.   –Ernest Hemingway
To save humankind he died again.   –Ben Bova
I’m your future, child. Don’t cry.   –Stephen Baxter

Emotional, intellectual, and aesthetic resonance is lachrymatic and a bunch of other made up adjectives and hard to come by. Accomplishing that in six words may or may not be possible, but some authors in this article try.


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