Camus and his ex-BFF Sartre…
Friday, June 27th by Shane

Camus wouldn’t shut up about the googly eye
So with the last volume of Camus‘ letters, we now know that he was hated by many of his contemporaries because he won The Nobel, he was involved in the constant boning of ladies that weren’t his wife, and the guy who wrote the self-help books The Stranger and The Plague may have possibly been a little depressed. Huh. Also, his one time bro-ham, Sartre, and he split because of a disagreement over the issue of absolutism in revolutions. This is strikingly similar to when my friend Seth and I went our separate ways over an explosive Thundercats Vs. MASK disagreement that I still shiver about.
Ok, is this a dumb idea? A vending machine will print and bind literally any one of a million different titles. Pick a book and in like seriously three minutes you have a book. That’s it. I would usually think this was total garbage, but being able to pick from a million books kind of makes me love this thing. I don’t know, I’d really have to see one of these things in action (and right now prices aren’t available) and I’m also worried that being able to pick from that many titles is like when I used to go into a huge record store without a list and then not get anything because I’d be overwhelmed and for some reason feel like I had to pee. This happens to you, right? Right?
Via Ed, something about The Pet Shop Boys that involves literature and West End Girls.
Just so you know, I could watch Emily Haines dance for days.
The fifty best somethings for something.
And finally, as much as I like to rail against the “literary elite”, this article really highlights how they sure can be a big bag of dicks. Jesus, this is insane. Not only were people like T.S. Eliot and D.H. Lawrence against universal education for their fellow countrymen but some even supported eugenics. You know, that humble idea people like Hitler were into. I won’t say much more but if you want to hate some classic authors, you can’t really go wrong with this. Gotta give it to Pound, though. He was always a consistent bastard.


June 29th, 2008 at 6:56 pm
[…] movie? (via Sarah and Shane, the latter of whom has scared the living fucking bejesus out of me with this oversized Camus photo. Tonight’s nightmare will begin, “Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday,” and I […]