Just learned that as a child my dad was demoted from being Joseph in a Nativity play to being the innkeeper, due to bad behaviour, so, in revenge, when Joseph enquired if there was any room at the inn he yelled loudly YES, HEAPS
I know this is like shooting fish in a barrel, but when these fash-adjacent “Classical” accounts turn their attention to the modern world it reveals just how threadbare their aesthetic judgements really are, just a list of crap bestsellers you could buy in the supermarket.
7yo daughter, on being told she couldn't have a telescope fish as a pet as they're a high-pressure deep sea fish and various other reasons, so she made her own, called 'Boggles'.
The people next door are angling for us to remove our beautiful massive tree and so help me God I will take a chainsaw to the neighbours before I will let anyone touch this tree.
'The Family', Schiele's portrait of self (about to die of Spanish flu), his wife (dead of Spanish flu when six months pregnant) and baby (unborn, see above).
My 106yo grandmother just died. She was responsible for getting free public libraries opened in South Australia. I found this quote from an interview she did about raising children in Australia during WW2.
5yo daughter has been treating me with her toy doctor's kit: so far I have been treated for "goose bladder", "savage earlobe" and the dreaded "cushion problem".
There should be a show called JUSTIFY YOUR SHELF where every week a TV crew breaks into a reader's house and picks a random bookshelf and forces the reader to justify why they have bought and kept every single one of those books.
If a book is machine-translated, DO NOT BUT THAT FUCKING BOOK. If publishers are promising authors world access by machine translating their work, DO NOT BUY FROM THOSE PUBLISHERS. We need a blacklist to force these shits to stop.
I have reached the age where looking at the autobiographies/memoirs in a bookshop, I have no idea who any of these people are, and all the books look like this:
I made this for myself, and I'm not pretending it's a major part of her oeuvre, but if anyone wants all the comics that have been reliably attributed to Patricia Highsmith, I made a compilation of them you can download here:
Armadillos collect leaf litter which they use to build nests inside their burrows
Their unique structure makes carrying things a challenge, which they overcome by positioning leaves against their abdomen and hopping backward towards their nests.
If you are publishing a crime novel that DOESN'T have a dark house with yellow windows and yellow text, you are off to the gulag. I don't make the rules.
About the only good thing in this world is that there seems to be no end to the supply of great mid-century women writers. (Admittedly often sadly neglected, but they're there to be found.)
Just learned that the last time my father went through airport security they found a metal drinks coaster in his shoe that he didn't know was in there.
What happens next is all
@wovenstrap
's fault. He suggested I do a list of 30 short but great books that can each be read in a day for someone in isolation/quarantine. So here we go!
THREAD: Short story anthologies are, by their nature, invariably mixed bags, and there are plenty that have more chaff than wheat, to use two clichés in one sentence, but I thought it might be worth highlighting some that are really really good and worth getting:
If you are publishing a crime novel that DOESN'T have a dark house with yellow windows and yellow text, you are off to the gulag. I don't make the rules.
I just learned that there is a single falcon feather on the moon, and I find that weirdly moving without being able to explain why.
An astronaut did the feather/heavy object falling at the same rate in zero gravity experiment, and left the feather where it fell.
1. LULU IN HOLLYWOOD: Louise Brooks - an actual worthwhile wonderfully written celebrity memoir in essays about being eaten alive by one famous role and the worlds of Jazz Age Hollywood and German Expressionism
So
@Jahaza
showed me this amazingly misbegotten cover for Hazlitt, and it led me down the rabbit hole of the terrible publisher Namaskar. Join me, won't you?
..and some into the "it is conceivable that a human, while thoroughly confused and possibly not literate, was involved in this process somewhere" camp...
Despite reading a number of his books, I don’t think I had ever seen a photo of Fosse until yesterday. He looks like one of those people who used to annoy Tolkien by ringing him up in the middle of the night to ask weird questions about elves.
Here we have a rare photo of a man working in the book mines, digging up new books to bring to market; occasionally such miners stumble on a “bestseller” which can set them up for life.
My dad just kept going on for ages about how much this agave thing bothers him, to general confusion. Turns out he meant agapē. This didn't really clear things up, but it did cast a different light on things.
This looks like an almost algorithmically perfect fusion of at least 4 different depressing publishing trends, and will probably sell 6 billion copies.
The feeling when Baldwin's on the cover of your catalogue, but inside you're selling crap by Henry "dead cunt" Kissinger, Jordan "weepy psychotic fuckwit" Peterson, and David "solipsistic money-clutching moron" Brooks.
The idea that there's a how-to-write book that will encourage there to be more writing like this is enough to make it seem as though all writing should be banned immediately.
Maddest book I ever read. A sea-serpent wrecks a ship, eats the passengers and some passing whales, gives the commencement address at Harvard, and then shocks society at a high-class ball. Partially in verse. Published 1850.
There needs to be a name for the particular heart-sinking impatience you feel, when reading a book with 2 parallel narratives, every time you hit a chapter from the far less interesting one. “Argh, not these boring motherfuckers again!”
Genuinely astonished to see this (excellent) book coming back into print: 1967 Scandinavian nuclear war novel about a luxury survivalists' hotel/bunker descending into fascistic chaos and disaster.
Men who read books about books and buy books about books by men who buy books and sell books and write books (Always should be someone you really love)
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My dad once made Humphrey Bear say the only word he's ever spoken on live TV, a muffled 'Fffffuuuuck!', when he got a massive electric shock from getting too close to a Van der Graaff generator my dad was running.