(from Endless Quest #1: Dungeon of Dread, 1982)
Happy Hallowe’en from Thomas Pynchon!
Roberto Bolaño, 2666
I finally finished 2666 last week, and even though it was sort of a slog, it was a truly terrific slog. The quote above comes from a dinner party conversation between a Romanian general and an SS officer that takes place in some sort of spooky castle during WWII. It’s specifically about Jesus Christ, though obviously a lot of other things too.
I liked it because probably the second biggest reason I read books (after liking them) is to expand my idea of the world into something bigger than the tangible things before my eyes. Maybe I don’t appreciate subtlety enough, but I enjoyed that 2/3 of the way through this longass book the author spelled out exactly what problem with my brain his book was solving.
“Who goes to carnivals in this age of television and miniskirts and psychedelic happenings?” asked Richard F. Shepard in the newspaper of Sept. 15, 1967. “To urban bumpkins intent on psychedelic cinema and electronic musicales,” he went on, “carnivals may seem to have gone the way of Congress boots and the hand-pump. Not so.” As the carnival founder’s 37-year-old son, E. James Strates, concurred, “This is no Mickey Mouse business.” Photo: Robert Walker/The New York Times
I’m not here to debate which Baby-sitters Club member was the coolest, but Claudia was for sure a top contender. She was an artist. She loved crazy hairstyles and dance parties. SHE HAD HER OWN PHONE LINE. And she liked to dress a little nutso, even if Mary Anne and Kristy just…
Zeche Hugo, Gelsenkirchen, Germany. Zeche Hugo was a coal mining operation that shut down in 1997. The cages here were for miners to store their clean clothes and valuables while they were at work. (© Bradley Garrett)
i made me laugh
Over at the day job, I reviewed Men We Reaped.
The stars on this house.