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Subtitled White boy kills, White boys die, but does White boy ever truly live?
Answer: Yes. Because white boy is rich, and you will never be rich, white boy. And other boys. And girls, of any color.
Who cares if he is unhappy to the point of killing folks (and who cares if they’re unhappy to be [...]
I took a minute away from my busy daily schedule, doing the dumb things I gotta do:
and wrestling super-saddam needs to be done! No matter, I’m here to write a new Shark Week post and also to ruin Denis Johnson’s the Stars at Noon.
This story is about a hundred pages long. A “journalist”/prostitute from America [...]
Hi folks, I’m Dylan Edbus, main character in Mr. Jonathan Lethem’s Fortress of Solitude.
I’m a little snot-nosed puss who kills a kitty. I live in Brooklyn. My dad’s a painter. My mom’s an annoying hippie and she leaves me. I’m the only white kid I know.
Eventually some black kid moves next door and we become [...]
Reading Jonathan Lethem’s book about a little sissy white boy living in a racially charged neighborhood in Brooklyn and getting his bike stolen (seriously.) Am I supposed to care, Jonathan? This is Brooklyn we’re talking about here! My bike gets stolen every day! Just this morning this old white lady comes out of her pile [...]
I should have never sent out the final edits for this product while schlitzed into the next century. I mean sure there’s some spelling errors but you get the idea.
A few posts ago I wrote evah so briefly about the Family, and I said it was by Ed Dorn, a poet who looks like my dad. This isn’t entitely true. Here’s Ed Dorn:
He didn’t write the Family, he is a poet, and he doesn’t look like my dad. He looks like me.
Here’s the real [...]
But seriously folks, let’s show some respect around here. The man at the foot of the were-wolf is dead. Virgina Tech dead.
At Nathaniel’s suggestion, currently reading Ed Dorn’s account of Manson, the Family. An interesting, more sympathetic account, Dorn (who sort of looked like my dad in this picture I saw when I was in college) writes like a beat, which in a factual account is annoying a fair bit of the time. Although I like [...]
