Alex Kudera's Blog, page 43
May 6, 2022
May 5, 2022
old friends arrive by mail
May 2, 2022
one-leg sittings
"So I read [Thomas Bernhard's] Extinction very slowly indeed, and did most of that reading in the toilet cubicle at work. Most thinking and much else at work must be done in toilet cubicles. Toilet cubicles are about the only place where thinking can happen, I thought, where the association between thinking and [elimination] seemed entirely appropriate to my deplorable state of mind. It was unbearable to read a book like Extinction slowly. Only so much time can be spent in a toilet cubicle before one leg goes dead, followed by the other. It is easy to spot these toilet cubicle thinkers, I thought. They walk around with one dead leg from too much sitting on the pot. They think for the amount of time it takes for one leg to go dead, I thought, but not the other. Being habitual toilet cubicle thinkers, they leave the cubicle before the second leg goes dead so that they have one leg to hobble with. Becoming an experienced cubicle thinker myself, I only read Extinction in one-leg sittings."
April 30, 2022
a danger to my person
April 28, 2022
Last Days of Pompeii: Volume I
April 24, 2022
Ignatius J. Reilly
"On a book tour, [Susan] Fuentes will call Ignatius J. Reilly a 'Proto-Troll, the Mitochondrial Adam of Incels,' mention his love for Batman serials and penny arcades, his hatred for Doris Day's beauty. She will never know that [Blake] Mesman hadn't actually read the book."
~~ from Jeff Chon's Hashtag Good Guy with a Gun
April 17, 2022
the same zoo
"Friends of his had advised him that if he wanted to make it as a creative writer, he should stop savaging other people's work, but you might as well ask a bird not to fly or a cat not to hunt; and besides, what would his poetry be worth if he wrote it while living in the same zoo as all the other denatured animals, safe but not free? And that was without even mentioning the moral duty of the critic to correct the tendency of culture likewise to err toward safety and mediocrity, a responsibility you couldn't measure in dinner invitations."
April 16, 2022
Stephen Wolfram and maths
April 13, 2022
Letter from Istanbul
April 9, 2022
No one was in my life
"Adjunct survival led me to a bird that flew into my apartment only this past year while teaching abroad in Suzhou, China. Not dead yet and employed overseas again, I’d chased contract work to “the Venice of the Far East”—a mainland city of man-made lakes and narrow canals—but I was alone. I had no friends. Gardens bloomed throughout the city, but there was no housing bulletin board at an American church. I had people in the program—teachers, students, staff—that I would exchange pleasantries with or occasional chitchat, but there was no one I was close to. I wasn’t going to stay up all night discussing politics, literature, or anything else. No one was in my life, and talking all about it no longer appealed to me."