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Cool! List copied, pasted, saved as "Brazilian film and lit".
Thanks again! Will check out what I can when I can.

are you kidding me? - no, just wrote off the top of my head, and as you'll earlier catch me listening to Refuse, Resist than to a Bossa nova tune (no diss at all, music's great!) I just went with it…

Thought of Brideshead Revisited, too. Great novel!

A family’s downfall marks a high point in […]* literature

Okay, culinary = feijoada, musical = Sepultura until 'Roots' + Sarcofago, I’d also have said architecture (they have that city-building architect, whatsisname?), and, obvs, Carnival. But film? Fuck me if I know something about Brazilian film. (Please don’t tell IV I said that.)

Well, you must tell me, baby/
How your head feels under somethin’ like that/
Under your brand new nobel prize pillbox (?) hat (?).

Just look at Count Zach-roff in the header picture, looking to hunt down Bale's McCrea.

Co-agreed and confirmed: Sweet Thursday goes on in the same easy-going lane that is Cannery Row. Wonderful characters, such relaxed but great story-telling. Fan of Grapes of Wrath but this is clearly Steinbeck at my most beloved.

I found Inherent Vice a terrific, wonderful read, but it is certainly a cousin to The Crying of Lot 49.

Quite a few Maus mentions in this thread, rightfully so, it is really fantastic.
It makes me, not being knowledgeable at all vis-á-vis graphic novels, want to say that this just must be one of the all-time-best of them.

This might quite probably be the first time I see The Gowk Storm mentioned since reading it for a Scottish Lit course that I attended long ago, back when. I don't remember much right now only that I found it pretty good at atmosphere, still have it on the shelf, might just take it out again.

Bleeding Edge is utterly fantastic, true. But I presume, I'll say that about all Pynchon. So far it was just like that.

Every freaking sentence is fun.
This.

Under the Wheel by Hesse, better than my Hesse-snubbing affectations and snobbery like to allow. (But he really can go on nerves and he really isn't that good.) It's a concentrated piece of boarding school novel and looking back I get the impression that he consciously tried to write a "paradigmatic" sub-genre piece

Eat your Damage And Joy soup or there’s no Psychocandy!

Pabst Blue Ribbon & Bourbon?

…and there's that song.

I also find it, uh, interesting that in your quote they (the Morrissey band) are like the sea whereas a line later they are a ship.
I wonder, too, whether 'optical device' for industry is borderline incoherent or, of course, a striking conceit.
I still liked to read that rant, to be sure.

Always with the complaints.

My (proto-)shoegazing JAM is the JAMC.