Weekend Furloughs
The last weekend of Greeneland was spent establishing posture with respect to Moby Dick and then, hands upraised, leaping into Rex Stout and his League of Frightened Men. I needed Nero and Archie. The pacing in the novels is amazing, much like the structured format of Wolfe's quotidian.
Sometimes I am amazed. Friday afternoon I was listening to the Old 97s perform locally for NPR and front man Rhett Miller was asked what authors he found inspiring. I admit to a scoff, as if any man that pretty was bookish. He quickly responded that it may be redundant during Infinite Summer to mention DFW but he had to admit that Wallace was a writer he could always return towards and he kept finding himself in just such a maneuver.
Sometimes I am amazed. Friday afternoon I was listening to the Old 97s perform locally for NPR and front man Rhett Miller was asked what authors he found inspiring. I admit to a scoff, as if any man that pretty was bookish. He quickly responded that it may be redundant during Infinite Summer to mention DFW but he had to admit that Wallace was a writer he could always return towards and he kept finding himself in just such a maneuver.
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