Here is the best part of blogging: you can do it from bed. Proust would have loved blogging.
(I find blogging the most distracting and work-hampering enterprise since love.)
But who doesn't love a good round-up?!?
In the LA Weekly, the always insightful Marc Weingarten pays tribute to McSweeney's devotion to print media. And by "always insightful," I mean he understood my book.
I liked this Aleksandar Hemon profile, in which he says, "(W)hen I start writing a book, if I call it 'a novel,' it separates it from other books. I cannot really describe all the points of continuity from my previous books to this one -- I could, but I don't care to -- it's just one big flow of language for me, and then you parse it and publish it." Have we all always been so keen to categorize, to classify, to box up and imprison text by systematization? Who started that?
Jacob Sullum takes on one of my favorite topics ever: bad words. Creating or perpetrating the naughty myth around a word -- any word -- gives a bad word far too much power, and gives far too much power to people who use offensive words for effect, who otherwise wouldn't know how to use words at all. Right, bitches?
This is an abbreviated roundup because I just remembered I have to go get my raincoat from the dry cleaners.
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