Dream; book reviews

I forgot to mention that I dreamed the other night that, after going to this coming Friday's Dresden Dolls show, which in the dream required a precipitous ascent by ladder, my companions and I went to a party at the Allston apartment shared by tiamatlady and Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson. The Rock was very good-natured about sparring with people in a teenage-boy slow-motion-ninja-fight sort of way, and even letting them win. But then I went to get something from the oven while my friend Spex was doing likewise, and I accidentally caused him to burn his hand.


But now, in the spirit of McSweeney's, I offer:


LINES FROM BOOK REVIEWS I EDITED YESTERDAY


Perhaps there [the author] will favor his readers with some sort of historic [sic] method.

The trouble with Amazons, according to Schwarz, is not that they dwell at the end of the world, figuring the reversal and antithesis of normative masculine authority; it is that in seeking them at the edges of the map, one discovers them instead at home.

The answer is clear. Stravinsky is no longer a contemporary.

Is there an implied reproach in the words 'green-dropping sap' as Mortimer seems to claim (i.e., the sap is 'like wasted semen' and recalls Venus's earlier taunt about his wasteful narcissism)? ( Read more... )

Another list

I have done this sort of thing before, but it's time for an update.

( Things on my desk: )