On Managed Expectations, Part 5: Flummoxed at the Flea
Where's Part 6? I wanted to keep making fun of you. Sigh.
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On Ariel Levy: An Appreciation
I figured as much. So, when will Nora Ephron make a porno, screenplay by Ariel Levy? Anyone? Anyone?
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On Atheism Can Be Just As Boring As Religion!
It's not the best strategy, true. Most atheists can't read.
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On 20-Something Boy Sells Second Memoir
I thought this was an Onion article. The photo screams such...
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On Ariel Levy: An Appreciation
"...I read the entire thing, a rarity for me. Which leads me to the conclusion that, at this point in 2009, writer Ariel Levy may be the best practitioner of longform profile journalism in the business."
Wow. So because she held your attention she's the "best practitioner of longform profile journalism"... yeah well porno holds most people in rapt attention so does that mean it's edging its way into the BEST practitioner of longform (punintended) "cinema" too?
Her piece was crap. As is your appreciation. Next...?
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On Managed Expectations: Part One (A Novel By Marisa Meltzer)
Such a reaction Emily! I'll add my own directed at you: *rolls eyes*. Do you think it's "so good" because it reads just like your life? Or because it reads the way you wish you could ridicule everyone around you? Either way, the actual content is empty: it's empty empty empty.
Oh, I apologize Emily, using you as the scapegoat for criticism I meant to aim at the author. But I'm sure this Meltzer will understand, with her razor-sharp wit & lack of heart.
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On Managed Expections, Part 4: A Loft Party In Bushwick
If you didn't understand that, it's from an essay by an esteemed, and now late, American writer. Which you'll probably never be. Bo-ring. Why don't you stop navel-gazing and look up? You'll probably succeed in some respect, but your writing will never have heart.
Too bad.
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On Managed Expections, Part 4: A Loft Party In Bushwick
The next real literary "rebels" in this country might well emerge as some weird bunch of "anti-rebels," born oglers who dare to back away from ironic watching, who have the childish gall actually to endorse single-entendre values. Who treat old untrendy human troubles and emotions in U.S. life with reverence and conviction. Who eschew self-consciousness and fatigue. These anti-rebels would be outdated, of course, before they even started. Too sincere. Clearly repressed. Backward, quaint, naive, anachronistic. Maybe that'll be the point, why they'll be the next real rebels. Real rebels, as far as I can see, risk things. Risk disapproval. The old postmodern insurgents risked the gasp and squeal: shock, disgust, outrage, censorship, accusations of socialism, anarchism, nihilism. The new rebels might be the ones willing to risk the yawn, the rolled eyes, the cool smile, the nudged ribs, the parody of gifted ironists, the "How banal." Accusations of sentimentality, melodrama. Credulity. Willingness to be suckered by a world of lurkers and starers who fear gaze and ridicule above imprisonment without law. Who knows.
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On Here You Can Buy McSweeney's And All Those Other Various Random Literary Journals That Are Just Like It
Because they are cosmic and oppressed. Question mark.