Okay, maybe I'll go back and reread it, or at least the ending — honestly, I'm nerd enough about books to get worked up about things I don't even remember clearly, so it might have more to do with that than the actual content of the book.  I think I lost my copy though in incoherent, weird rage.

You know, I probably shouldn't use all kind of bitter language to describe it, because I quit reading around 30 pages away from the end — maybe he completely salvaged it!  But what informed my dislike of it mainly was that, for some reason, I was reading a lot of anarchist theory at the time and Chesterton's depiction…

YAY BOOKS AH!  I finished recently Dirty Snow, by Georges Simenon.  Pretty good noir, although I liked William Vollmann's afterword, helped clarify some bits for me.  Also finished Rigadoon, Louis-Ferdinand Celine's final book.  Great of course, I love that racist maniac.  Surprisingly tender, also.  Finally got…

Didn't like either 2666 or Infinite Jest, although I need to give Infinite Jest another shot — 2666 I just found annoying and undeservedly pretentious.  But Pynchon!  One of my favorites — V. I think is one of his weakest, actually, as far as those "serious" novels go.  Inherent Vice is hilarious, probably his…

Blood Meridian is one of my favorite books — better than Faulkner I think.  I don't know, Faulkner never cohered for me like Blood Meridian.  I love that book, definitely read it.

Oh, Conrad's fun.  Not FUN, always, but can be pretty amazing — Heart of Darkness is my favorite, but I haven't read enough.  Lord Jim, I loved the first half, then thought it kind of fell apart into lame action-adventure-y stuff.  The Secret Agent I couldn't finish because I was sort of sick of literature at the time…

Dave Eggers.  Gross.

It's weird, I haven't either.  I just find a lot of Gang of Four to be dull, I like the basic idea of their music, but I think other bands have done much more interesting things with a similar template.  That said, Armalite Rifle is a brilliant, brilliant song.  Wire, on the other hand, made Pink Flag, a perfect…

I really loved Nine Inch Nails when I was about fourteen.  Then I wasn't fourteen anymore.

I dunno.  They're alright, definitely better than most bands people in the UK start going crazy for. Whenever a UK band gets compared to Gang of Four or Wire or any big post-punk act, it's usually a double-edged sword.  One because I don't like Gang of Four at all, and two because I fucking love Wire.  So… I dunno.…

I'm pretty happy about this.  If there's any director I trust to do Pynchon well, it's Paul Thomas Anderson.  Maybe the Coen Brothers, too, maybe.  Pynchon's one of my favorite writers, so I'm just happy to see something by him making it into film.

I think this offends me just because it feels like James Franco actually thinks he's qualified to do this kind of thing, based on nothing at all but ugly/weird/indecipherable pretensions.  Like, because he's such a great important artist, he can tackle this no problem.  When in reality, you know… The fact that you own…

I can't quite understand…in any way…why anyone would refer to "Loubs" as… exhausting.  I don't know, I just don't understand where you're coming from.  This is probably the most Jesus Lizard sounding Pissed Jeans track to date (because let's be honest, everything else has sounded WAY more like Black Flag or Flipper…