So Have I Mentioned That I Have a Book Called “Typing Into the Void” Out?

I feel like I have, but I can’t swear to it.   This is the result of me wringing out the best of my various pre-andrewjpatrick.com blogs (still out there, under the names Revolutionary Nonsense, and Genre Confusion) and other scribblings into a single collection. I culled it down to the best, and am selling… Read More So Have I Mentioned That I Have a Book Called “Typing Into the Void” Out?

Absinthe and Posers

Yesterday I spent with the baby, who is still below that blessed age when she can process what’s on the television, so I can watch whatever I want. What I seemed to want was documentaries. To wit: 1. Absinthe, a film that labored like a stevedore to take away everything bohemian or dangerous about the… Read More Absinthe and Posers

William S. Burroughs’ Boring, Prophetic Hate Mail to Truman Capote

Authors, like teenage girls, hate each other, and while this is mostly banal, expressions of it can occasionally be entertaining in a mindless-drivel kind of way, rather like The Expendables or the upcoming political conventions. I would like to report that the titular letter (via Word and Film), a 1970 bit of flamebait from Burroughs… Read More William S. Burroughs’ Boring, Prophetic Hate Mail to Truman Capote

Stacy McCain is Funnier Than a Chimp on Phenobarbitols

Ripping the newsblogs, and the whole profession of journalism, a new one, with the same joke. My point is that there is nothing wrong with 21st-century journalism except (a) the continued existence of the Columbia Journalism Reviewand (b) the shortage of good, cheap mescaline. And if you’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the problem. IYKWIMAITYD. Journalists are… Read More Stacy McCain is Funnier Than a Chimp on Phenobarbitols