Which was looted from a corpse, that is, someone else's coat.
Don't think the trophy nature doesn't enhance it.
If you want me to leave, you can put your hands on my hot, tight little body and make me.
Spike ,'Get It Done'
We're Literary 2: To Read Makes Our Speaking English Good
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
§ ita § - Dec 14, 2004 7:55:43 am PST #6591 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
P.M. Marc - Dec 14, 2004 7:56:15 am PST #6592 of 10002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Hornby is an Arsenal fan, proving that he is in fact, a sad, sad bastard.
It took me a minute to realize you were talking about sports, not about Roy Harper.
JohnSweden - Dec 14, 2004 8:01:00 am PST #6593 of 10002
I can't even.
Don't think the trophy nature doesn't enhance it.
Especially since it is a ::magic coat:: that fits all comers. Handy that.
It took me a minute to realize you were talking about sports, not about Roy Harper.
Hee. I have no idea who Roy Harper is, so I think we're all square.
Alicia K - Dec 14, 2004 8:44:20 am PST #6594 of 10002
Uncertainty could be our guiding light.
Typo Boy, I'm glad I'm not alone in the "don't get the 'Get Fuzzy' love" camp.
Holli - Dec 14, 2004 9:48:26 am PST #6595 of 10002
an overblown libretto and a sumptuous score/ could never contain the contradictions I adore
It took me a minute to realize you were talking about sports, not about Roy Harper.
It took me until you said this to realize he wasn't talking about Roy Harper.
Matt the Bruins fan - Dec 14, 2004 10:04:51 am PST #6596 of 10002
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
In my continuing quest to put off reading Kavalier and Clay I instead bought and read Steven Brust's Issola. I think the author is getting away from what made the first-person perspective of a petty crook interesting, what with all the cosmic battles with the fate of the world hanging in the balance and soforth. Also, Bad Things were done to one of my favorite characters from the series.
erikaj - Dec 14, 2004 10:20:22 am PST #6597 of 10002
Always Anti-fascist!
Kavalier and Klay is great...no need to put it off.
§ ita § - Dec 14, 2004 11:41:55 am PST #6598 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Who's your favourite, Matt? I can't tell the books apart by title anymore.
JohnSweden - Dec 14, 2004 11:48:40 am PST #6599 of 10002
I can't even.
Teldra, I'm guessing.
DavidS - Dec 15, 2004 9:01:01 am PST #6600 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Hey look at these interesting books recommended by the Village Voice.
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GRAB BAG + THE HAUNTED HILLBILLY
By Derek McCormack
Little House on the Bowery, 203 pp., $14.95 ( Buy Grab Bag); Soft Skull, 112 pp., $11.95 ( Buy The Haunted Hillbilly)
Gay vampires. Lonely highways. Country songs. No, it's not a Stephin Merritt musical (not yet, anyway). It's the double debut of Derek McCormack, who conjures creepy worlds using little more than elliptical triads. Weird, inventive, magical, the omnibus Grab Bag features a lonely closeted teenager named Derek McCormack and a grotesque fascination with carnivals, drifters, and disease. The Haunted Hillbilly reimagines Nudie the Rodeo Tailor, who in real life dressed Elvis in gold lamé, as a bloodthirsty undead Svengali with a crush on his doomed client, c&w legend Hank Williams—perverse, mesmerizing, heartfelt. With a morbid comic vision and a delightfully twisted imagination, McCormack delivers a one-two knockout punch that establishes him as one of the best new voices of the year.
BLOOD AND SOAP
By Linh Dinh
Seven Stories, 138 pp., $16
"Prisoner With a Dictionary" is four perfect pages in which words and reality trade places, and Blood and Soap, chocked with such linguistic labyrinths, is the year's best nightmare subway reading. Elvis Phong is Pierre Menard as a Vietnamese rocker, famous for such songs as "Mot Ngay Trong Cuoc Doi" ("A Day in the Life") and "Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da" ("Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da"). A New York neighbor learns English by studying a single tabloid story every night—consulting the dictionary, shouting each word ("Was! Was! Was! Was! Was!"). A cookbook aficionado argues for her chosen literature's superiority over porn and even Shakespeare, though she's never sampled the delicacies described. "Words are all she'll ever eat," the narrator sniffs. Dinh's stories, pared to parable, are enough to nourish any reader's mind.