Well. What happens when paranoid meets paranoid? A crossing of solipsisms. Clearly. The two patterns create a third: a moiré, a new world of flowing shadows, interferences. . . . Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow
Colonies are the outhouses of the European soul, where a fellow can let his pants down and relax, enjoy the smell of his own shit. — Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow
“Summertime Berkeley giving off her old-lady smell, nine different styles of jasmine and a squirt of he-cat.” — Michael Chabon in “Telegraph Avenue“
David Carr on Crazy Horse’s recent show at the Outside Lands festival: “Seeing them play was like watching an ancient steam shovel unfurl, claw the night air and dig in.” Quote from New York Times interview.
Hank Stuever on Joan Didion: “Nobody parallel parks a Winnebago-size sentence like her.” BTW: Hank is putting notes from is Popular Culture Journalism Class at the University of Montana on his blog. This is worth adding to your RSS feeds if you have any interest in writing. Great stuff.