Henry: “speech” ain’t the only way to communicate.
Anybody got a microphone and amp we can use for the Postcard Poems reading?
This purple notebook stuff is good.
Sorry I missed you, Chris! You’ll have to come and see me in Chicago. At least it’s in your time zone.
The chance meeting over a corpse of a monkey and a gila monster.
So I didn’t start Vox until I we were on our final approach to SFO (less bumpy, thankfully, than my last flight), but I did like this tidbit: “…it seems to me you really need the feeling of radio luck in listening to pop music, since after all it’s about somebody meeting, out of all the zillions of people in…
Ha! The truth comes out.
Had Nicholson Baker’s Vox on tap as airplane-length reading but decided to forego it because the airplane movie was actually Chicago and I hadn’t seen it. Well, truth be told I still haven’t seen it, as I was seated in a place just between those mini-screens that drop down from the ceiling and the closest one was too close and…
I’ve been flying for five hours and it’s still only 11 am… In a bit of a haze driving up 101–having flashbacks to when I first got here and couldn’t believe how wide the highways were. Six lanes always seemed big enough for Chicago or Boston. What were you supposed to do with 10? (Fill them all, it turns out.)…
Those Amazon readers were split, but for the most part (at least when I first looked) they were pronouncing Nick Flynn’s latest book a disappointment: it was “too stylized,” “too complicated,” “unreadable,” and “fiddles around with the language too much”–in contrast to his first book, Some Ether, which “took the unfashionable risk of expressing honest personal emotion.” Insert eye-roll here.…