Snuck the dog into the office. She seems to be the kind of dog who will sleep under your desk.
Author: Timothy Yu
Jim: Do they still have that typewriter in the front window of Tealuxe?
This may take a few minutes, if you have a large blog.
I can’t help wondering whether Stephanie is welcoming me home to the Bay Area or to blogland. For some reason I’d like to think the latter.
Catherine on Don DeLillo denying he’s ever read a book: I can see why he says that. Part of the edge of his fiction is its awareness of its own obsolescence in an electronic-media world, which is perhaps why it’s so hard to sustain engagement with his style over the gargantuan length of Underworld (for me at least). I also…
Hey–the Supreme Court is 2 for 2.
I was blogless for nine days. In that time: Jim moved again. Eileen turned wine into corpses. Kasey gave me a logo, which I can’t really make out.
Don DeLillo’s Cosmopolis did turn out to be perfect airplane-reading length–just long enough to last the whole flight and to provide a few more satisfying pages as I settled in. DeLillo is one of those novelists who makes me want to immediately drop whatever else it is I’m doing and write a novel. (David Foster Wallace‘s Infinite Jest had that…
We spent the first few days in Chicago staying with my family in the north suburbs. My mother has finally stopped asking me “Do you feel like you never left?” every time I visit home, as she has for the past decade. Perhaps this is merely a form of gloating, now that I’m moving back to the general vicinity of…
I’m solving this self-consciousness problem by averting my eyes from the preview and hitting “publish” as fast as I can.