What he said: ""I'm looking forward to delving deeper."
What he meant: "Harrison ... he was the fucking Krishna one, right? Or was that Ringo? I wonder if Damon's free."
(Via Ed.)
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In his recent TEV guest review of Home Land, Jim Ruland called Sam Lipsyte the "funniest writer of his generation," and we're quite inclined to agree. We tore through Home Land in two joyful sittings and can't remember the last time we've laughed so hard. Lipsyte's constellation of oddly sympathetic losers is rendered with a sparkling, inspired prose style that's sent us off in search of all his prior work. In Lewis Miner's (a.k.a Teabag) woeful epistolary dispatches to his high school alumni newsletter ("I did not pan out."), we find an anti-hero for the age. Highly, highly recommended.
Do I have to spell it out? C-h-e-e-s-e-a-n-d-O-n-i-o-n-s, oh no....
Posted by: Steven Augustine | September 28, 2007 at 05:20 PM
Snarky!
If you don't like his docs, aren't you relieved he choose Harrison instead of Lennon or McCartney? Be honest, now...
Posted by: Kit Stolz | September 29, 2007 at 09:29 AM
I'm fairly certain Martin Scorsese doesn't need me to take up for him but gee whiz! I'm going to go out on a limb and suggest that he's not a cretin.
Posted by: Jack Pendarvis | September 29, 2007 at 11:12 AM
Cretin or not (he's Italian, remember, not Greek), I know for a fact that he shoplifts chapstick; he discreetly *returns* it (Catholic guilt) after daintily partaking.
Posted by: Steven Augustine | September 30, 2007 at 04:27 AM