December 2011
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You don’t drink either, do you? No, I don’t. I used to drink in my early 20s and it was just part of being a rock’n’roller—crashing a car, being in a great band, wearing sunglasses indoors. But then I just fancied trying life without it. If I’m having a good time with someone, staying up ‘til five in the morning and they’re drinking, bring it on....
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“What did I read this year? Well, I read my e-mail, I read the backs of cereal...”
– Giles Harvey in the New Yorker.
Isn’t “Giles Harvey” a fantastic name for a pro book critic? You name your kid Giles Harvey in the hope that you’ll eventually see the name in the byline above a respectful but ultimately dismissive review of a lesser Roth novel.
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Neal Pollack: I knew Christopher Hitchens better... →
But don’t read the comments on this piece unless you want to, as Brian Posehn once said, set your eyeballs on fire and bury them
jessethorn:
A+ work from one of the literary world’s brightest lights. Burn on, sweet Pollack. Burn on.
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“There were some books that reached through the noise of life to grab you by the...”
– Jeffrey Eugenides in The Marriage Plot.
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“D.C., the real D.C., is the odd city out on the east coast, an island unto...”
– From Hamilton Nolan’s Deadspin piece on the Peterson/Khan fight. I don’t necessarily agree, but I enjoyed reading Nolan’s oddball hardboiled prose applied to the city.
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