Wanna take a moment to wish my wanker big brother Brownie good luck this weekend. He's running some race that's supposed to be pretty hard or something. Whatever. Who can't run 100 miles at altitude these days???
Hey, sister, thanks for the thoughtful comment on my post. (No, I am NOT referring to the one where you threatened to kick my @$$ or possibly outsource having it kicked.)
IJ is a TOUGH read. One of the toughest. Truth be told, it took me a long time to warm to it; it was only after reading a ton of DFW's non-fiction, where he employs a VERY different persona, that i actually gave IJ the attention it deserved and bulled my way through the first 100 or so pages, which are so difficult they practically dare you to continue reading.
You are in luck, though! A bunch of fellow douchebag DFW freaks/bloggers decided to read IJ this very summer and they're sharing their experiences here:
I'm finding this site very helpful, even though I'm way ahead of them.
You, if you started now, would only have to catch up on about 300 pages of reading. HAHAHAHA! Child's play!
Alternatively, if you don't want to invest that much time, I'd highly recommend DFW's nonfiction work, which is often piss-yer-pants funny, while also making you think about things in ways you probably haven't before.
Fav example of this: Gourmet magazine sent the Famous DFW to the Maine Lobster Fest to write a trifle celebrating it. He came back with this very funny and thoughtful article about how cruel it was to boil lobsters alive for nothing more important than our gustatory pleasure.
Imagine the editorial meeting over THIS. Hahahaha! You can't just say "no thanks" (at least not easily) to a famous author whom YOU approached to do an article ... but ... do readers of Gourmet really wanna think about the suffering the lobster on their plate went through before ending up on the menu?
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ZOMG, your brother is one of those Ultra Freaks?!
Are you into pain too, sister? Because sometimes these kinky predilictions run in families.
Emphasis on "run".
Perhaps he runs these things to compensate for that inability to keep his tongue in his gob? We may never know ... or care.
Good Luck, Brownie!
He's certainly an ultra freak. :-)
Hey, sister, thanks for the thoughtful comment on my post. (No, I am NOT referring to the one where you threatened to kick my @$$ or possibly outsource having it kicked.)
IJ is a TOUGH read. One of the toughest. Truth be told, it took me a long time to warm to it; it was only after reading a ton of DFW's non-fiction, where he employs a VERY different persona, that i actually gave IJ the attention it deserved and bulled my way through the first 100 or so pages, which are so difficult they practically dare you to continue reading.
You are in luck, though! A bunch of fellow douchebag DFW freaks/bloggers decided to read IJ this very summer and they're sharing their experiences here:
Infinite Summer.
I'm finding this site very helpful, even though I'm way ahead of them.
You, if you started now, would only have to catch up on about 300 pages of reading. HAHAHAHA! Child's play!
Alternatively, if you don't want to invest that much time, I'd highly recommend DFW's nonfiction work, which is often piss-yer-pants funny, while also making you think about things in ways you probably haven't before.
Fav example of this: Gourmet magazine sent the Famous DFW to the Maine Lobster Fest to write a trifle celebrating it. He came back with this very funny and thoughtful article about how cruel it was to boil lobsters alive for nothing more important than our gustatory pleasure.
Imagine the editorial meeting over THIS. Hahahaha! You can't just say "no thanks" (at least not easily) to a famous author whom YOU approached to do an article ... but ... do readers of Gourmet really wanna think about the suffering the lobster on their plate went through before ending up on the menu?
They did publish it, though. Kudos to them.
Good luck, sister, and thanks again.
As for your threatening comment:
[sarcasm] Oooooooo! I'm sooooo scared! [/sarcasm]
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