August 2012
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Afternoon Fencing Session
sharikasman:
When people climb fences*, they’re usually trying to get in/out of wherever. This clever kid is thinking ahead, preparing himself for future situations in which hopping the fence would be necessary.
*Why is sword fighting called fencing? Sword fighting should be called sword fighting and fence climbing should be called fencing.
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“On June 2, as the torch bobbed along the avenues of Stornoway, what was I doing?...”
– Colson Whitehead visited the London Olympics. (We hear they get pretty freaky in that Village over there…)
LITTLE BROTHER: Thanks, everyone! →
littlebrothermagazine:
Thanks to all of our friends in Toronto for coming out to the first salon, and for taking LB home.
Here are a few more pictures from last night. If you couldn’t make it, don’t worry, you can order the mag online right here.
One of our good looking crowd:
Steve Thomas, reading his…
“You have a perception of the way things are, and you impose it on your memory,...”
– Keith Ridgway on writing novels and everything as fiction: http://nyr.kr/RqA8sN (via newyorker)
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The Great Taxonomy of Literary Tumblrs →
coverspy:
The Millions includes us once again on their list of favorite literary Tumblrs—thanks!
Best Author-on-Author Insults in History
Virginia Woolf on James Joyce: [Ulysses is] the work of a queasy undergraduate scratching his pimples.
Harold Bloom on J.K. Rowling: How to read ‘Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone’? Why, very quickly, to begin with, and perhaps also to make an end. Why read it? Presumably, if you cannot be persuaded to read anything better, Rowling will have to do.
H. G. Wells on George Bernard Shaw: An idiot child screaming in a hospital.
Ralph Waldo Emerson on Jane Austen: Miss Austen’s novels . . . seem to me vulgar in tone, sterile in artistic invention, imprisoned in the wretched conventions of English society, without genius, wit, or knowledge of the world.
William Faulkner on Ernest Hemingway: He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.
Ernest Hemingway on William Faulkner: Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?
W. H. Auden on Robert Browning: I don’t think Robert Browning was very good in bed. His wife probably didn’t care for him very much. He snored and had fantasies about twelve-year-old girls.
Mark Twain on Jane Austen: Every time I read ‘Pride and Prejudice,’ I want to dig her up and hit her over the skull with her own shin-bone.
