this Graham Irvin piece . . . wow, great, you should read it

www.ayearinphilly.com/entries/grah...

Run, River (1963). Among the better debut novels I have read, and probably indebted to it are the slimmer, slicker ones: thinking Virgin Suicides or Less than Zero.

Every now and again I put together a collection of writing via Neutral Spaces — issue four went up today

neutralspaces.co/magazine/four/

Look Homeward, Angel (1929). An unbelievably scathing family portrait to have come out of the south. Funny to feel scandalized by it at a distance of 100 years. Frequently just said 'wow' at the page, the prose. Interesting to consider as a forerunner of today's autofiction.

Thus concludes the episode of my life where I thought I lucked into a first edition Look Homeward, Angel. Least now I can read it in the bath.

you have to read this, just delightful

a childhood rerun as a lysergic nightmare

porous is he.

in a troubling development, woke up very dizzy today

Pylon (1935). Faulkner’s first after prohibition, a return to New Orleans. Everybody's hammered, flying airplanes. Stuff of his youth, which you'd think would be backlooking or nostalgic, but he seemed very drunk writing this, struggling with it. Lesser work—maybe my favorite ending of his yet.

experimenting with participating on social media (first time in a long time) but also deleted all apps from my phone (nonessential) so if I'm on here I am seated at the computer (it is 2007).

Read Denis Johnson’s second, Fiskadoro (1985). Left field of his first’s Arizona heroin and bank robbing, Key West after the bomb. A millenarian, cargo cult situation. Questing for relics: books and clarinets. Poetry in the breakdown of language. What happens when the world ends and you don’t die?

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