07 November 2009

Stompin' at the Savoy

Apathy towards exams has swept over me, and I feel the need to write compulsively about my activities/interests/self love/etc.

Moving on, the Paris Review has elicited some of the most revelatory and revealing thoughts from the literary masters of our age, and today I've been reading:

Picked it up on a 5 hour study break at folio books.  It is fantastic.  It contains seventeen interviews from the celebrated magazine, and answers the age old question: how do writers do it?  For more than half a century, the magazine has spoken with most of our leading novelists, poets, and playwrights, and the interviews themselves have come to be recognized as classic works of literature.  What's so great is that this book steps behind the facade of literature, and breaks these writers down into real people.  Real flaws.  Real perfections.  I can't get over what a twisted bitch Dorothy Hewett was.

Ahh, such sweet digital release, now back to summarizing caveats and other folklore.