I have ambitions beyond this blog, and one of these is to write (another is to start my own Cramps tribute band). I’ve been trying to write since I was 14, and I’ve always been frustrated at the sheer impossibility of making a living at it. The competition daunts the amateur: even if somebody at… Read More Setting up a Publishing House
It’s called S.A.L.V.E., or Shameless Acts of Literary Vandalism and Entertainment. It’s available on Kindle, or in hard copy form on CreateSpace. Buy most buyingly.
Which reminds me how much I liked Fahrenheit 451 when I read it in grade school. It was a bit much for me to process, actually. I might have to re-read it. It was a pleasure to burn. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. With the brass… Read More Ray Bradbury is Dead
I’ve always rather liked The Great Gatsby, because I find Fitzgerald’s prose far better than any of the other Greats of the Roaring Twenties, especially Hemingway, who reads the way sawdust tastes, and Faulkner, who seemed to think that Henry James wasn’t quite loquacious enough. F. Scott never forgot that writing serves the story. However,… Read More Lileks on Gatsby
