finished a couple books recently.
Angels by Denis Johnson and Grimus by Salman Rushdie. They're both first novels by their respective authors, and both recommended. I've read a few other Johnson books and I'm pretty into them. I tend to find an author I'm interested in and burn through all their stuff. This was the first Rusdie book I've read, so I'm guessing I'll get stuck on his work now.
made a new website recently
go ahead and check it out and let me know what you think. There's still a lot of stuff I need to add to it, but I was getting lazy about it and figured I should just put up what I have finished now, and get my ass moving on the rest. at least the head monger bit is finished - some of it is pretty funny.
wordemup
Angels by Denis Johnson and Grimus by Salman Rushdie. They're both first novels by their respective authors, and both recommended. I've read a few other Johnson books and I'm pretty into them. I tend to find an author I'm interested in and burn through all their stuff. This was the first Rusdie book I've read, so I'm guessing I'll get stuck on his work now.
made a new website recently
go ahead and check it out and let me know what you think. There's still a lot of stuff I need to add to it, but I was getting lazy about it and figured I should just put up what I have finished now, and get my ass moving on the rest. at least the head monger bit is finished - some of it is pretty funny.
wordemup
I grew up kissing books and bread. In our house, whenever anyone dropped a book or let fall a chapatti or a slice which was our word for a triangle of buttered leavened bread, the fallen object was required not only to be picked up but also kissed, by way of apology for the act of clumsy disrespect. I was as careless and butter-fingered as any child and, accordingly, during my childhood years, I kissed a large number of slices and also my fair share of books. Devout households in India often contained, and still contain, persons in the habit of kissing holy books. But we kissed everything. We kissed dictionaries and atlases. We kissed Enid Blyton novels and Superman comics. If Id ever dropped the telephone directory Id probably have kissed that, too. All this happened before I had ever kissed a girl. In fact it would almost be true, true enough for a fiction writer, anyhow, to say that once I started kissing girls, my activities with regard to bread and books lost some of their special excitement. But one never forgets ones first loves.