I’m a lover of life. Like, I really love life, and I want you to love life too.
That’s why I wrote this blog post. When you’re a lover of life, you truly become the best you that you can be, and that’s a life-lover.
I want you to win at things. I want you to beat the bad things out of your life. I want you to smile and do important things, even more important things than the things you tend to usually think are important.
So here’s my absolutely unique take on 9 ways to become a better you: Read more
I need a vacation.
Naked Lunch is, without a doubt, the most tortured reading experience I’ve ever had. After about 110 pages, I finally just started skimming the novel for the final 100 pages or so.
That sounds like hyperbole. But, no, it’s truly a brutal novel to read. I could barely stomach it.
I’ve already shared a passage from Naked Lunch with you—you know, the one I called the most vile passage I’ve ever read. I won’t re-post it here, in an effort to make sure my blog doesn’t show up on some kind of watch list.
William Burroughs openly admits to not remembering having written Naked Lunch. He wrote it over the course of several years, while binging on heroin. I’ve never taken heroin (true story), so I can’t attest to how one might write while on heroin, but I would imagine Naked Lunch represents the heroin-addicted mind quite well.
Story? Nope. Plot? Nope. Themes? Not much. Characters? Not really.
In Naked Lunch, Burroughs pretty much explains how the novel was written through one of his characters: Read more
Thanks for voting on Friday and over the weekend, everyone.
Here’s how the results turned out.
The next 5 novels will be (listed by votes received, not the order in which I’ll be reading them): Read more
So praise baby Jesus that I’m wrapping up Naked Lunch, and it’s time to pick the next five novels I’ll be reading from the Time list.
We’re starting down the homestretch here. The next novel will be my 80th, meaning I only have 21 novels to read before this whole project is finished.
Every now and then, I solicit your votes to help determine which five novels I should read next, and that’s what we’ll be doing today.
So here are the 22 novels I have left to read: Read more
I’ve never read 50 Shades of Grey, nor do I intend to, and I think most of you feel the same.
And from the few small excerpts I’ve read, E.L. James is no Hemingway. Her writing often gets criticized for being sub-standard, and I would agree with that criticism.
However, are we being fair?
The Grammarly team recently sent me this infographic that shows some of James’ most frequent grammar mistakes, and they give examples of those same mistakes in more respected novels.
And I totally missed the drawings of the authors when I first looked at the infographic. Pay special attention to Ernest Hemingway in a wife beater, holding a whip. Hilarious!
Take a look: Read more
After yesterday’s nasty post, we need a palate cleanser.
Enter everyone’s favorite German, Flula. If you don’t know Flula, you should.
Flula has a difficult time understanding English idioms. For example, “Jennifer is a party pooper.” What?
He also doesn’t understand why a “Daddy Long Legs” spider was named as such. Let’s enjoy watching him process this and forget all about Naked Lunch for a bit. Read more
And we’re back to talking about Naked Lunch, perhaps the most uncomfortable, steaming pile of dog poo novel I’ve ever read.
With hesitation, I want to give you an idea of what I’m talking about when I say this book is incredibly difficult to read.
It’s one thing for me to say that, but it’s another thing for you to read some of it yourself. Instead of block quoting the passage below, like usual, and inviting all sorts of creepo internet traffic, I thought I’d simply take a photo of the passage.
Here it is. Start from the top to get the full sicko affect, and proceed with extreme caution. Read more