holy fucking christ did you have a stroke or something, or is your editor a cinderblock?

but gaining what looks like 50lbs of muscle on a ectomorphic(that means skinny for the uninitiated) body type ? Keep dreaming.

For the moment, let’s ignore the greater mass of nonsense in your post to to focus on one particular grain:

Have you read The Diary of Vaslav Nijinsky? Fucking wrecked me worse than anything short of straight Holocaust or gulag literature.

How many memoirs are really that good? When’s the last time you a) actually finished reading an entire memoir and b) felt fully satisfied—that it was time well spent?

This is fantastic stuff, but I’d like to put in a word of hatred for the SBD of Franzen’s oeuvre, The Karl Kraus Project. One of the worst, most inexplicably-published things I’ve read in the last decade. Motherfuck that book.

Roberto Bolano. Savage Detectives is hot as fuck.

“fat bag of lame try too hard”