One of my favourite works of literary analysis is the first page and a half of Mikhail Epstein’s “Good-bye to Objects, or the Nabokovian in Nabokov”. Epstein begins by proposing the study of literature, not under the common categories related more to structure than to content, but in search of traits of a worldview, aesthetic […]Read more "Mr. Nabokov, sweeten my ear!"
[The following is yet another edited transcript of a self-recorded ethylic midnight rant. I’ve tried to preserve some of its oral, long-winded qualities. I hope you enjoy it.] Let me take a while to think along with you, regarding fiction and politics. Some of my more general statements could apply to all forms of political […]Read more "Notes on Political Fiction"
I stand by my window, trembling in my clothes, in the streets, a grinning drunkard babbles, and, well, I go along. I know the song he’s singing, yes, I know it from my childhood. The night is long, but it’s never long enough. There is no helping what’s inside. In this twenty-year-long slope– Twenty years […]Read more "“So long, the night”"
I’m a freelance writer: Until a while ago, that meant that, every once in a while, I met someone who happened to be running an online magazine, I talked to them about some odd libertarian theory of mine, and then they paid me an almost symbolic sum, in exchange for the article. We discussed it […]Read more "The little death of the freelance writer"
I wish the velvet had been seductive! And I wish that I had gotten, then, as drunk as I am now. I’m obviously joking! I’m not drunk! I am ignorant of the taste of any drink with an alcoholic graduation higher than secondary school. Oh, well, if I fail to build myself into a funny […]Read more "We went to a pretentious Palermo pool-bar-club thing, and it sucked balls-reeking velvet"
I will delete this, as soon as I return to my character. I’m working on a short story. I’m working on many, actually, but I’m adding the most lines to one in which I didn’t really believe, until a few paragraphs ago. I wouldn’t have laid a single sentence on paper, hadn’t I thought it’d […]Read more "This afternoon, while writing"
I’d like to begin by clarifying that the following chronicle has been revised and approved for publication by the poor woman involved, whose name has been changed. Last week, I took one for the team -which team, I still don’t know-, and had lesbian sex. It was good, but weird. She came. She came in […]Read more "Exclusive: Lesbian sex is oddly paced"