Endless adventures and subterfuges avoiding detection.
- Erin: I just lolitsifoam.
- Me: WHAT DOES THAT MEAN
- Erin: Laughed out loud in the street in front of a monastery GET WITH THE PROGRAM.
Erin and I are going to start campaigning for California to secede from the Union. Who’s with us?
Of course the other thing I miss is sightings of my fellow lecteurs, charging along the pavement, nose in a book, steering by feel. But I know they’re there. We pass like ships in the night—mon semblable, mon frère. But there’s a kinship between us nonetheless. We’ve made the same choice. They too have chosen art over life, looking weird over looking normal, the printed page over the blank, uninteresting, unreadable faces of the crowd. They’ve opted out of it all.
Myself included—they have opted out of me. I can’t really blame them. I would do the same thing.
Lev Grossman on the art of walking and reading at the same time
[courtesy of Erin]
- Erin: ...that whole Christ O'Dowd thing...er...Chris
- Me: LOL freudian slip?
- Erin: typing muscle memory slip?
iwantnothingless replied to your quote: It occurred to me that the novel, though fiction,…
Wait Elif is talking about Orhan Pamuk? I read The New Life and I had NO IDEA WHAT IT WAS ABOUT except that it have me certain feelings and I liked that a lot. Let’s read more Pamuk.
She created a minor controversy last year when she told a reporter that she couldn’t finish Snow; she may have even called Pamuk boring. I guess she has come around.
Also, I’d be willing to put one of his novels on The List. (Incidentally, should we publish The List for the sake of accountability and also consistency?)
Do I have no one worth talking to on my parents’ lawn?
— important existential questions from Erin