I Am The Happiest Man Alive…
Monday, May 12th by Shane
I am happier than this child
I assumed, miracles notwithstanding, that last night my laptop, headphones, and copy of The Great Gatsby had been stolen by some heinous ne’er-do-well (that’s the Gatsby talking). But instead my friend Marcus got it mixed up with his drag costumes and accidentally took it home. Seriously. So anyways, I’m ecstatic to relay this information to you on this old gray mare and now it’s time for some serious literature talk… right after you read about how to smoke weed out of a human skull.
This story from the NY Times has a part talking about the term “Rotflmao”, where the writer finds out it’s not a cool term anymore. It’s awesome because typing that was never cool and also because I’m pretty sure “Roflmao” is the preferred term.
That reminded me. Remember when there was Whoomp, There It Is and a Whoot, There It Is?
This has even less to do with books.
This guy disses Dumas in a real nerdy way.
And the Telegraph also talks about Lorrie Moore who I must admit, I pretty much adore.
Martin Amis wrote a weirdo Bond novel once. I wonder if at any point a character drinks alcohol.
Via Conversational Reading, The Scottish apparently hate reading. The Scottish also hate being called The Scotch.
Interview with Mark Sarvas, via Bookdwarf. Our own interview is on its way in the nearish future.
And finally, it seems like the road to Hell is paved with novels written by the internet. Here is a brief overview of the Wikipedia-like project of a community-based novel plus humiliating opening lines. But the real fun comes from the sociological study you can read here. The book sucks, I’m sure, but along with many other people I’m very exicited to see what other brilliant or, more likely, train wreck novels these ideas can produce.
