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always forget how much i like Lydia Davis until i read her again. unfortunately i was reminded of lydia davis recently because of that tragic bit of business with her son and granddaughter, may they both rest in peace. anyway the title story is a long-standing favourite of mine

i’m imagining a guy that reads this and decides amazon actually sounds like an awesome place to work

second-person is a gimmick of course but sometimes there’s a reason things become gimmicks

had forgotten how truly raunchy this was lol

very funny to me that a lot of the negative reviews of this book are from people who are like personally offended that this piece of autofiction didn’t accurately represent their experience of being an elder millennial in toronto

very much enjoying this but i fear ten years from now the only thing i might retain from this novel is that Handke is aware of Eminem

more novels should abandon plot

becoming a Peter Handke guy

Dostoyevsky asks whether conspiring to commit a crime is as bad as the act. luckily for us, the most psychotically career driven legal scholars have resolved this issue for us

wood’s defence of Orwell’s incoherent politics is so quintessentially British right down to the Ghandi hatred. the truth is his politics aren’t incoherent at all, they’re entirely consistent with the kind of bourgeois antipathetic lethargy that propelled existentialism to the mainstream.

hysterical realism is a great term even if i’m not fully on board with the analysis. it’s funny that he brings up Infinite Jest and Underworld once at the beginning and then just zeroes in on White Teeth because his criticism doesn’t actually really apply to DeLillo and Wallace’s novels.

never read Coetzee before. might be a weird starting place

i think James Wood and i could be friends if he would just reply to my emails

i understand more and more Knausgaard’s hatred of Swedes

my original consternation re: the general twee-ness of this cover design proves unfounded. there’s still time and plenty of pages left, however

divorced from the rest of the Pale King and this stuff still hits just as hard in novella form

i love new england so much

you would’ve had to have loved fighting with women so much to do it over correspondence. it costs money to send letters!

paul celan is like the michael jordan of passive aggressively fighting women