beatsnrants:

humansofnewyork:

"I’ve got a whole stack of books in my cart. Most of them are advance copies. I know a place where they get thrown out."
“How many books have you read?”
“Thousands.”
“So why are you homeless?”
“I’ve tried to work a job a bunch of times. But then I get sad, and then I get high, and things fall apart.”


Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe is a great book.


I actually really do like his writing.

littleorphanammo:

brevetcaptain said: Murukami is soooooo over-rated.

There’s a space in it, an emptiness that I appreciate. I feel like a lot of writers, western ones especially, really try to cram every nook an cranny in a story full of almost useless detritus. He lets the uncomfortable silences be uncomfortable silences. He does not hand hold you through the narrative either, which means you have to bump up against yourself in very unique and personal ways, which lends an ethereal quality to his novels. They can’t be easily summarized, really. I feel like that’s something that many popular western writers constantly do, even when they don’t mean to. His books can be difficult and challenging, but I enjoy that kind of novel.

It’s nice not to have extra fucking adjectives and adverbs hanging off of every word. It’s nice to have something with a plot, that isn’t necessarily plot driven, so to speak, you know? They are almost delicate to me. Harsh and mean, sometimes, but delicate.

So I do enjoy him, his sentence structure, language, subject matter, space and grace. 

But it’s like this THING. You can’t live here and like books without mentioning his name. I feel like if I asked someone ‘why?” they would legitimately have no answer. Which. LAMESAUCE BROS.

dude can we not? I mean, the soooo over-rated thing.

Let’s just aknowledge once and for all that there’s no exact scale that correlates skill and talent to success and fame or whatever.

It’s just a thing that will never exist right? It’s impossible to even define correctly, let alone convince all the assholes in the world to somehow adhere to it.

So let’s not resent somebody because of his success, especially if you somehow like the man or his work. It’s really not his fault, and it’s ok. It’s not like people are not reading so and so because their unread murakami backlog has completely taken over their to-read list.

nightswimming:

roxanegay: My favorite first line varies but today it’s from Michael Chabon’s The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay:

In later years, holding forth to an interviewer or to an audience of aging fans at a comic book convention, Sam Clay liked to declare, apropos of his and Joe Kavalier’s greatest creation, that back when he was a boy, sealed and hog-tied inside the airtight vessel known as Brooklyn, New York, he had been haunted by dreams of Harry Houdini.

I love this sentence because it does so much work. The sentence is a story in and of itself and reveals Chabon’s amazing talent for long, meandering sentences that are satisfying in both sound and substance.

nightswimming:

by The Rumpus

cafeconguads: Of the hundreds and thousands of reviews I’ve seen of this book, this is clearly the best.

atencio:

I need an adult who will supervise my trips to book stores, because I always end up only buying spy novels.

azizisbored:

If you pull the orange Vitamin Water on the middle shelf, a secret passage opens up revealing Lebron’s Panic Room complete with an emergency Vitamin Water supply. 

jeffbaum:

bestrooftalkever:

This just made me giggle.