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Finishing American Tabloid.

I first read it as "death row metal" and thought that, well, metal subgenres will never cease to surprise me.

Ah the Paige promo, the best kind of promo: a one in which a wrestler just lays down the verbal smackdown venting off his/her frustrations and despite the fictional trappings, it's difficult not to think that he/she means most of it. (Oh how I miss CM Punk, who sounded like he meant every single word he said!)

Two weeks ago I've said I've read "L.A. Confidential" by James Ellroy and gave it a lot of crap for being too convoluted and derivative of Ellroy's earlier "The Big Nowhere" and claimed the writing style doesn't work for me. I was therefore hesitant to read the last book in the L.A. Quartet, "White Jazz".

Dudley's such a vicious a-hole that anyone who crosses him becomes a good guy in my book, even such a hypocritical piece of shit as Exley.

I will probably end up reading all of it. It's the worst thing, because I don't really like his writing, but there's intriguing stuff in it that keeps me coming back for more. The stripped down style leads to some catchy phrasing, but I prefer writers who allow me a moment to breathe. I'm now finishing Mervyn Peake's

So this has turned into an equivalent of "Tell us about your pop-culture weekend", right? Cause I really wanted to talk about "L.A. Confidential", the book and the movie.

The thing the fantastical atmosphere of LU is that paradoxically it makes it easier to get involved in the created reality. When you see all kinds of weird stuff happen on the show, it is easier to accept it as fiction and therefore be less concerned by botches, badly sold moves and silly storylines. You can just sit

So I would like to take this occasion to recommend you some German-language post-punk - bands like Grauzone or Fehlfarben. I'm no expert on this stuff, but I find the combination of the harsh-sound language with mechanical rhythms of post-punk absolutely perfect.

Pixies' Bossanova.

I know that no one wants to read my fantasy booking, but here's my dream storyline: