tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450078601022572253.post4044389034794045969..comments2024-02-29T03:52:25.601+00:00Comments on Quiddity of Delusion: Interview With Alice BeckerM.J. Nichollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12972190103986599079noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450078601022572253.post-73062729350163860792010-07-27T11:25:03.039+01:002010-07-27T11:25:03.039+01:00Full marks, Mark.
Up until question 3, you had me...Full marks, Mark.<br /><br />Up until question 3, you had me thinking it was real!<br /><br />S U B T L E<br /><br />My gorge was rising, my fingers twitching with a potential reply, and guts knotting up.<br /><br />My only complaint, you should have kept it up and not given the game away.Mikehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14880835293833765181noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450078601022572253.post-78630864824945741722010-07-25T16:59:09.599+01:002010-07-25T16:59:09.599+01:00Hello Tart! Don't mention butt cracks around C...Hello Tart! Don't mention butt cracks around Chris. He gets excited.M.J. Nichollshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12972190103986599079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450078601022572253.post-87105592636864970822010-07-25T02:58:16.477+01:002010-07-25T02:58:16.477+01:00*snarf* Having a hard time telling whether the in...*snarf* Having a hard time telling whether the interviewee is hysterical or you are (I can be dim that way)<br /><br />I'm cracking up though, that nobody seems to have thought about 'cracking a book' you know... holding it in your butt crack. *coughs*Hart Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17599570189253229318noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450078601022572253.post-25874736263463365842010-07-24T08:52:38.749+01:002010-07-24T08:52:38.749+01:00So, so weird. I had already planned to go out and ...So, so weird. I had already planned to go out and buy Infinite Jest today. <br /><br />Loved the interview, Mark. Especially the end-p-not the fact that it ended, silly, but the end itself. Oh, you know what I mean.I Must Be Offhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12148155129334288438noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450078601022572253.post-2903077294928602112010-07-23T21:18:56.922+01:002010-07-23T21:18:56.922+01:00The title is "Glemsel" (ha!), and it'...The title is "Glemsel" (ha!), and it's not a novel. I could give you the original title as well, of course, but I forgot (and I would have to look it up. That is one extra internet explorer tab I just did not see myself open right now... Forgetfulness? Nah... Probably not)<br /><br />I'm very proud of the line break. And with what you chose to do with it. Now send it off to onemilliongiraffes.com!Cruella Colletthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11422848273167338884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450078601022572253.post-57851088379879322012010-07-23T13:45:01.948+01:002010-07-23T13:45:01.948+01:00Wow. I'm delighted to hear you have been chose...Wow. I'm delighted to hear you have been chosen by the book you were supposedly holding up by your hands. (Dubious story, if you ask me).<br /><br />I might have inadvertently quoted Zadie Smith if she too said "visionary", but it's often used to describe Mr. W. I say this because I haven't read any of his two novels, so the blame should fall solely on Zadie should it turn out to be pants.<br /><br />And what's the title? Damn you Collett, you forgot to tell me! And might I add that was a mighty large line break. I have drawn a very festive giraffe in the blank space, in lime-green pants, reading various Foster Wallaces. He dazzles.M.J. Nichollshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12972190103986599079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450078601022572253.post-85209992605030432372010-07-23T10:11:17.775+01:002010-07-23T10:11:17.775+01:00You said pants!
Completely un...You said pants! <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Completely unrelated, and yet, that is what pants are for, I just realized at work yesterday I was holding a book by David Foster Wallace in my hand (I'm just adding the "in my hand" so that real people won't be confused as to why I would be holding this book with any other part of my body). <br /><br />We've had this book on sale for ages, and no one has bothered buying it (since they were real people who wanted to know with what people were holding various items). Consequently I've been moving it back and forth between our discount sections (the neat and pretty one where you know what you get; and the terrible, messy one where gold might be struck amongst all the plastic dog turds). <br /><br />Yesterday, though, I read the name of the author for the first time, and it felt like destiny. A true visionary (your words, not mine. Oh, and Zadie Smith's, according to the jacket of the book [I'm just adding that so that real people won't be confused about whether I was wearing a magical, talking jacket]) in MY (well, not *my*, but you know) bookshop!!! <br /><br />Since this book had been on sale since the 13th (I'm just writing that in numbers so that real people won't be confused with all the letters in thirt... Fine, I couldn't be bothered to remember how to spell it) century, it was really, really, really cheap. I bought it for a cup of coffee (for real people: the PRICE of one. We don't actually accept coffee as currency in my [not *my*] shop). <br /><br />I haven't read it yet, but if it is absolutely pants, I blame you (and Zadie Smith) that I didn't buy a cup of coffee instead.Cruella Colletthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11422848273167338884noreply@blogger.com