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Aug. 18th, 2012
Elvis Reads
Aug. 18th, 2012 09:00 am
Elvis Presley’s library card from 1948 when the thirteen-year-old checked out Bessie Rowland and Marquis James’s The Courageous Heart: A Life of Andrew Jackson for Young Readers from Humes High School in Memphis, Tennessee.
-- Paris Review
Elvis Reads
Aug. 18th, 2012 09:00 amElvis Presley’s library card from 1948 when the thirteen-year-old checked out Bessie Rowland and Marquis James’s The Courageous Heart: A Life of Andrew Jackson for Young Readers from Humes High School in Memphis, Tennessee.
-- Paris Review
Hamlet (3,2) A Very, Very -- Pajock
Aug. 18th, 2012 12:00 pmHamlet has pierced into the conscience of the king, and now knows without a doubt that Claudius did kill his father for the crown and his mother. He is understandably elated to have come this far. So, alone with Horatio, he is naturally in a celebratory mood. However, you could say that his troubles have just begun. There remains the little matter of regicide that he has yet to do. He has to kill the king and be able to convince the kingdom that his rash seeming is justice. He also has to make this killing of his mother’s husband seem just in her eyes. Moreover, he knows that Claudius is onto him, and if the man can kill his brother for a crown, then he probably will not have any qualms about killing an annoying nephew to keep that crown. But for now, all is light and heady, with a big job well done.
HAMLET
Why, let the stricken deer go weep,
The hart ungalled play;
For some must watch, while some must sleep:
So runs the world away.
Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers-- if
the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me--with two
Provincial roses on my razed shoes, get me a
fellowship in a cry of players, sir?
HORATIO
Half a share.
HAMLET
A whole one, I.
For thou dost know, O Damon dear,
This realm dismantled was
Of Jove himself; and now reigns here
A very, very--pajock.
HORATIO
You might have rhymed.
HAMLET
O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a
thousand pound. Didst perceive?
HORATIO
Very well, my lord.
HAMLET
Upon the talk of the poisoning?
HORATIO
I did very well note him.
HAMLET
Ah, ha! Come, some music! come, the recorders!
For if the king like not the comedy,
Why then, belike, he likes it not, perdy.
Come, some music!
But already the sinister reality of the court is closing in on Hamlet. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern have returned.
HAMLET
Why, let the stricken deer go weep,
The hart ungalled play;
For some must watch, while some must sleep:
So runs the world away.
Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers-- if
the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me--with two
Provincial roses on my razed shoes, get me a
fellowship in a cry of players, sir?
HORATIO
Half a share.
HAMLET
A whole one, I.
For thou dost know, O Damon dear,
This realm dismantled was
Of Jove himself; and now reigns here
A very, very--pajock.
HORATIO
You might have rhymed.
HAMLET
O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a
thousand pound. Didst perceive?
HORATIO
Very well, my lord.
HAMLET
Upon the talk of the poisoning?
HORATIO
I did very well note him.
HAMLET
Ah, ha! Come, some music! come, the recorders!
For if the king like not the comedy,
Why then, belike, he likes it not, perdy.
Come, some music!
But already the sinister reality of the court is closing in on Hamlet. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern have returned.
Hamlet (3,2) A Very, Very -- Pajock
Aug. 18th, 2012 12:00 pmHamlet has pierced into the conscience of the king, and now knows without a doubt that Claudius did kill his father for the crown and his mother. He is understandably elated to have come this far. So, alone with Horatio, he is naturally in a celebratory mood. However, you could say that his troubles have just begun. There remains the little matter of regicide that he has yet to do. He has to kill the king and be able to convince the kingdom that his rash seeming is justice. He also has to make this killing of his mother’s husband seem just in her eyes. Moreover, he knows that Claudius is onto him, and if the man can kill his brother for a crown, then he probably will not have any qualms about killing an annoying nephew to keep that crown. But for now, all is light and heady, with a big job well done.
HAMLET
Why, let the stricken deer go weep,
The hart ungalled play;
For some must watch, while some must sleep:
So runs the world away.
Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers-- if
the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me--with two
Provincial roses on my razed shoes, get me a
fellowship in a cry of players, sir?
HORATIO
Half a share.
HAMLET
A whole one, I.
For thou dost know, O Damon dear,
This realm dismantled was
Of Jove himself; and now reigns here
A very, very--pajock.
HORATIO
You might have rhymed.
HAMLET
O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a
thousand pound. Didst perceive?
HORATIO
Very well, my lord.
HAMLET
Upon the talk of the poisoning?
HORATIO
I did very well note him.
HAMLET
Ah, ha! Come, some music! come, the recorders!
For if the king like not the comedy,
Why then, belike, he likes it not, perdy.
Come, some music!
But already the sinister reality of the court is closing in on Hamlet. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern have returned.
HAMLET
Why, let the stricken deer go weep,
The hart ungalled play;
For some must watch, while some must sleep:
So runs the world away.
Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers-- if
the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me--with two
Provincial roses on my razed shoes, get me a
fellowship in a cry of players, sir?
HORATIO
Half a share.
HAMLET
A whole one, I.
For thou dost know, O Damon dear,
This realm dismantled was
Of Jove himself; and now reigns here
A very, very--pajock.
HORATIO
You might have rhymed.
HAMLET
O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a
thousand pound. Didst perceive?
HORATIO
Very well, my lord.
HAMLET
Upon the talk of the poisoning?
HORATIO
I did very well note him.
HAMLET
Ah, ha! Come, some music! come, the recorders!
For if the king like not the comedy,
Why then, belike, he likes it not, perdy.
Come, some music!
But already the sinister reality of the court is closing in on Hamlet. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern have returned.
Guilty Pleasures
Aug. 18th, 2012 03:00 pmWhat’s your favorite literary genre? Any guilty pleasures?
It’s rare for me to read any fiction. I almost only read nonfiction. I don’t believe in guilty pleasures, I only believe in pleasures. People who call reading detective fiction or eating dessert a guilty pleasure make me want to puke. Pedophilia is a pleasure a person should have guilt about. Not chocolate.
-- Ira Glass at The New York Times
It really makes him want to puke? I would think that pedophilia might make him want to puke, but not calling detective fiction a guilty pleasure. Maybe the problem is that he does not care to read fiction in the first place. For people whose reading range runs the gamut, I think it is useful to have a 'guilty pleasures' list.
In fact, I have recently rearranged my routine to give 'guilty pleasure' reading its own little time slot. It happened when I got my biography on Charles Dickens. Although Tomalin's book is great and easy to read, I have come back to the realization that my mind is not up to reading anything even moderately serious and substantive late in the evening. So, I decided to adjust my daily routine, and that my bedtime reading would now be my time for reading page-turning fiction, stuff like Stephen King and detective fiction, and even porn fiction, provided that it has a little heft in terms of characters and storyline since we are not looking for a wank but a fun read.
Indeed, speaking of pedophilia, after finishing Marcus Heller's "Rape", I have begun a squalidly dark novel about the back-alley world of child sex slavery and snuff films: "Tell Me That You Like It" by Terre J. Sadler. I suspect that Mr. Glass would have no interest in reading these books, and they might even make him puke, but that is why they are a guilty pleasure. After this one, I may take on Bruce Wagner's "Dead Stars", or maybe Stephen King's "It", to step away from the nasty sex for a little while. The only problem with making my 'guilty reading' my bedtime reading is that it makes me want to stay up later, and I dreadfully need my night's sleep. But this has just about become my favorite time of the day. I love settling into my page-turner with nothing else to do in the day except go to bed.
It’s rare for me to read any fiction. I almost only read nonfiction. I don’t believe in guilty pleasures, I only believe in pleasures. People who call reading detective fiction or eating dessert a guilty pleasure make me want to puke. Pedophilia is a pleasure a person should have guilt about. Not chocolate.
-- Ira Glass at The New York Times
It really makes him want to puke? I would think that pedophilia might make him want to puke, but not calling detective fiction a guilty pleasure. Maybe the problem is that he does not care to read fiction in the first place. For people whose reading range runs the gamut, I think it is useful to have a 'guilty pleasures' list.
In fact, I have recently rearranged my routine to give 'guilty pleasure' reading its own little time slot. It happened when I got my biography on Charles Dickens. Although Tomalin's book is great and easy to read, I have come back to the realization that my mind is not up to reading anything even moderately serious and substantive late in the evening. So, I decided to adjust my daily routine, and that my bedtime reading would now be my time for reading page-turning fiction, stuff like Stephen King and detective fiction, and even porn fiction, provided that it has a little heft in terms of characters and storyline since we are not looking for a wank but a fun read.
Indeed, speaking of pedophilia, after finishing Marcus Heller's "Rape", I have begun a squalidly dark novel about the back-alley world of child sex slavery and snuff films: "Tell Me That You Like It" by Terre J. Sadler. I suspect that Mr. Glass would have no interest in reading these books, and they might even make him puke, but that is why they are a guilty pleasure. After this one, I may take on Bruce Wagner's "Dead Stars", or maybe Stephen King's "It", to step away from the nasty sex for a little while. The only problem with making my 'guilty reading' my bedtime reading is that it makes me want to stay up later, and I dreadfully need my night's sleep. But this has just about become my favorite time of the day. I love settling into my page-turner with nothing else to do in the day except go to bed.
Guilty Pleasures
Aug. 18th, 2012 03:00 pmWhat’s your favorite literary genre? Any guilty pleasures?
It’s rare for me to read any fiction. I almost only read nonfiction. I don’t believe in guilty pleasures, I only believe in pleasures. People who call reading detective fiction or eating dessert a guilty pleasure make me want to puke. Pedophilia is a pleasure a person should have guilt about. Not chocolate.
-- Ira Glass at The New York Times
It really makes him want to puke? I would think that pedophilia might make him want to puke, but not calling detective fiction a guilty pleasure. Maybe the problem is that he does not care to read fiction in the first place. For people whose reading range runs the gamut, I think it is useful to have a 'guilty pleasures' list.
In fact, I have recently rearranged my routine to give 'guilty pleasure' reading its own little time slot. It happened when I got my biography on Charles Dickens. Although Tomalin's book is great and easy to read, I have come back to the realization that my mind is not up to reading anything even moderately serious and substantive late in the evening. So, I decided to adjust my daily routine, and that my bedtime reading would now be my time for reading page-turning fiction, stuff like Stephen King and detective fiction, and even porn fiction, provided that it has a little heft in terms of characters and storyline since we are not looking for a wank but a fun read.
Indeed, speaking of pedophilia, after finishing Marcus Heller's "Rape", I have begun a squalidly dark novel about the back-alley world of child sex slavery and snuff films: "Tell Me That You Like It" by Terre J. Sadler. I suspect that Mr. Glass would have no interest in reading these books, and they might even make him puke, but that is why they are a guilty pleasure. After this one, I may take on Bruce Wagner's "Dead Stars", or maybe Stephen King's "It", to step away from the nasty sex for a little while. The only problem with making my 'guilty reading' my bedtime reading is that it makes me want to stay up later, and I dreadfully need my night's sleep. But this has just about become my favorite time of the day. I love settling into my page-turner with nothing else to do in the day except go to bed.
It’s rare for me to read any fiction. I almost only read nonfiction. I don’t believe in guilty pleasures, I only believe in pleasures. People who call reading detective fiction or eating dessert a guilty pleasure make me want to puke. Pedophilia is a pleasure a person should have guilt about. Not chocolate.
-- Ira Glass at The New York Times
It really makes him want to puke? I would think that pedophilia might make him want to puke, but not calling detective fiction a guilty pleasure. Maybe the problem is that he does not care to read fiction in the first place. For people whose reading range runs the gamut, I think it is useful to have a 'guilty pleasures' list.
In fact, I have recently rearranged my routine to give 'guilty pleasure' reading its own little time slot. It happened when I got my biography on Charles Dickens. Although Tomalin's book is great and easy to read, I have come back to the realization that my mind is not up to reading anything even moderately serious and substantive late in the evening. So, I decided to adjust my daily routine, and that my bedtime reading would now be my time for reading page-turning fiction, stuff like Stephen King and detective fiction, and even porn fiction, provided that it has a little heft in terms of characters and storyline since we are not looking for a wank but a fun read.
Indeed, speaking of pedophilia, after finishing Marcus Heller's "Rape", I have begun a squalidly dark novel about the back-alley world of child sex slavery and snuff films: "Tell Me That You Like It" by Terre J. Sadler. I suspect that Mr. Glass would have no interest in reading these books, and they might even make him puke, but that is why they are a guilty pleasure. After this one, I may take on Bruce Wagner's "Dead Stars", or maybe Stephen King's "It", to step away from the nasty sex for a little while. The only problem with making my 'guilty reading' my bedtime reading is that it makes me want to stay up later, and I dreadfully need my night's sleep. But this has just about become my favorite time of the day. I love settling into my page-turner with nothing else to do in the day except go to bed.
