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So Long, Duke

Posted on February 21, 2005April 25, 2022 by KZ

I’ve always considered writing the most hateful kind of work. I suspect it’s a bit like fucking, which is only fun for amateurs. Old whores don’t do much giggling. Nothing is fun when you have to do it–over & over, again & again–or else you’ll be evicted, and that gets old. So it’s a rare…

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Thoughts of a Closet Philistine

Posted on September 6, 2004February 28, 2022 by KZ

This weekend, while eating lunch at a Taco Bell, a stranger approached me when he noticed my copy of Don Quixote resting on the table. It was his favorite book, he told me, and he dutifully reads it once a year. I was tempted to ask him if he also enjoyed BDSM and cutting himself,…

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Commenting on a Classic

Posted on April 2, 2004February 28, 2022 by KZ

Damn, what is up with Cervantes? I admit Don Quixote is a clever book (judging by what I’ve read so far), but it’s a little too dark to be funny to me. I know, there’s such a thing as a dark comedy, but the subject matter kind of leaves a bad taste in my mouth….

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It seems to me that if you place music (and books, probably, and films, and plays, and anything that makes you feel) at the center of your being, then you can’t afford to sort out your love life, start to think of it as the finished product. You’ve got to pick at it, keep it alive, and in turmoil, you’ve got to pick at it and unravel it until it all comes apart and you’re compelled to start all over again. Maybe we all live life at too high a pitch, those of us who absorb emotional things all day, and as a consequence we can never feel merely content: we have to be unhappy, or ecstatically, head-over-heels happy, and those states are difficult to achieve within a stable, solid relationship. Maybe Al Green is directly responsible for more than I ever realized.~Nick HornbySource: High Fidelity
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