lapidary and effete
Yeah, Boong Ga Boong Ga (courtesy Nik) is just about typical. You cram a virtual finger up a virtual ass. In my day, parents were worried about Donkey Kong.
More agents are visiting in the next couple of weeks, including a guy who's worked with Ha Jin in some capacity. Salivate, salivate. It's Pavlov's Workshop around here. You try to feel relevant, and then you discover that Paramount is swallowing Simon & Schuster whole. Maybe they'll buy the Star Trek fan fiction I wrote when I was thirteen.
Book Critics Circle nominees: Franzen, Sebald, Patchett, Whitehead, Munro. The Corrections will probably win this one too. I've finally figured out my problem with that book—it reads like a watered-down and more accessible version of Infinite Jest. Wallace made all the same points about American society in 1996, and for my money he presented them much more innovatively and incisively, was much funnier, and sustained a deeper emotional core once the narrative pyrotechnics faded. But the book was a thousand pages long and used words like "kyphotic," so they sure as hell weren't going to sell it at Target. I guess this is how all the Pixies and Sonic Youth fans must have felt when Nevermind first hit it big. Well.
