-
I love Philip Roth. He just might be my new Vonnegut.
-
God you just have to love The Deets
-
the footnotes in Ed Champion's tribute kind broke my heart
-
A prose magician, Mr. Wallace was capable of writing — in his fiction and nonfiction — about subjects from tennis to politics to lobsters, from the horrors of drug withdrawal to the small terrors of life aboard a luxury cruise ship, with humor and fervor and verve. At his best he could write funny, write sad, write sardonic and write serious. He could map the infinite and infinitesimal, the mythic and mundane.
-
Martin Tytell, whose unmatched knowledge of typewriters was a boon to American spies during World War II, a tool for the defense lawyers for Alger Hiss, and a necessity for literary luminaries and perhaps tens of thousands of everyday scriveners who asked him to keep their Royals, Underwoods, Olivettis (and their computer-resistant pride) intact, died on Thursday in the Bronx. He was 94.
By Jodi Chromey {1 comment}
This post was tagged with:
bamboozlde
September 15th 2008 - 10:02am
thought you might dig this. “The Nature of the Fun” by David Foster Wallace: http://www.badgerinternet.com/~bobkat/naturefun.html