“It was a matter of chance that I should have rented a house in one of the strangest communities in North America,” otherwise eminently charitable narrator Nick Carraway says in that book you know only too well. Sometimes an author can stamp a community forever with a book. It makes you wonder: what is strange [...]
Archive for the ‘Legends’ Category
Dear abandoned Jack
Posted: September 29, 2010 by finistere in Legends, Let It Ride, this may sound foolish hereI think Rodger has a better Internet connection these days and I hope he is taking a carefully measured amount of rest. While I continue to tapdance here–and dancing is a joy, so tapdancing is a joy with noise–I’ll confess a recent enthusiasm for…Kerouac poems. A few months ago I was in Skylight Books–a bookstore [...]
Ol’ ’55
Posted: September 20, 2010 by finistere in Legends, this may sound foolish here, Uncategorized, What We're Reading TonightRecently while looking for some info (cued by Rodger) on Georges Simenon, I encountered this interview in the Paris Review from Summer 1955. The interview stands by itself as a precious relic that may even today have transformational powers if you read the right hoodoo found within it. For instance, Simenon says: That is why, [...]
Hello.
Posted: September 19, 2010 by finistere in Hideous Music and the Sound of Many Shotguns, Legends, Strange Medicine on the Desert, What We're Reading Tonight, Work in ProgressThis is not Rodger Jacobs. Rodger’s fine and I’ve not put him anywhere. As far as I know, neither has anyone else. The author of this post is the guy in Rodger’s commentariat you may already know as Joseph. I have stepped in as a guest blogger here while Rodger and Lela deal with words [...]
