tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832114.post111031419841005904..comments2009-07-12T02:38:16.983-07:00good old ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14454702773523287540noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832114.post-1110822943002682792005-03-14T09:55:00.000-08:002005-03-14T09:55:00.000-08:00know how you feel. currently working my way through <I>To the Lighthouse</I> a couple pages at a time. it seems worth it, though i haven't read "room". she's so carefully attentive to the details of art (or Art, as the case may be.) i'd rather read her than James Joyce on the subject.jenn seehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15500169883283297871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832114.post-1110619050329707362005-03-12T01:17:00.000-08:002005-03-12T01:17:00.000-08:00Faulkner. I meant F-A-U-L-K-N-E-R. The dangers of late night Robitussen-ed typing.indeterminate identityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02015309298234443879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9832114.post-1110618973870264632005-03-12T01:16:00.000-08:002005-03-12T01:16:00.000-08:00My advice is give in to those urges and Just Don't Like It. Openly, proudly. It's hard to do with such a firmly encanonized writer, but I know that when I gathered my courage and said, first to myself and then to others, "I don't want one single more page of Faulkler in front of me, ever, long as I live," the twinned pleasures of confession and renunciation were a nice buzz. Bugger trying to figure why she's on at such length about the goddamn crockery and such.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com