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Hurray For The Goddamned Idiot!

Who gives a shit what one white kid thinks?

Comics Workbook has a PictureBox bibliography, compiled by Dan Nadel.  

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2014-07-03 (Thu)

The Art of Movie Novelization

Via @AlyssaRosenberg via @ryanqnorth.  

webjunk | the movies | books |
2014-02-21 (Fri)

Hilary Mantel:

Often, if you want to write about women in history, you have to distort history to do it, or substitute fantasy for facts; you have to pretend that individual women were more important than they were or that we know more about them than we do.

But with the reign of [Henry VIII], you don’t have to pretend. Women, their bodies, their reproductive capacities, their animal nature, are central to the story.

I‘m reading Wolf Hall right now, and it‘s fucking great (and it seems that‘s not news to anybody, which is good).  

"Any book is a children’s book if the kid can read."—Mitch Hedberg

I believe that.  

Nobody that I cared about ever directed my reading in a negative way (“Don’t read that”) when I was a kid, only in a positive way (“Read this,” and I usually didnt).  I say if you can read, you can read anything.  To read & to think, to write & to imagine, it’s the only true freedom I know.  

I’m sentimental & idealistic about such things I’m afraid.  


Le Guin’s Hypothesis

Yes.  Everything.  Yes. 

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2012-06-24 (Sun)

Via the New Yorker via Lisa Hanawalt.

Comic strip by art spiegelman & Maurice Sendak, from the New Yorker

Comic strip by art spiegelman & Maurice Sendak, from the New Yorker

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2012-05-09 (Wed)

The Legend of Alexandra and Rose by Jon Klassen

The Legend of Alexandra and Rose
by Jon Klassen

Via Seven Impossible Things via Mom.

webjunk | books | pickchas |
2011-12-21 (Wed)

Lev Grossman, writing in the NYT:

We usually associate digital technology with nonlinearity, the forking paths that Web surfers beat through the Internet’s underbrush as they click from link to link. But e-books and nonlinearity don’t turn out to be very compatible. Trying to jump from place to place in a long document like a novel is painfully awkward on an e-reader, like trying to play the piano with numb fingers. You either creep through the book incrementally, page by page, or leap wildly from point to point and search term to search term. It’s no wonder that the rise of e-reading has revived two words for classical-era reading technologies: scroll and tablet. That’s the kind of reading you do in an e-book.

The codex is built for nonlinear reading — not the way a Web surfer does it, aimlessly questing from document to document, but the way a deep reader does it, navigating the network of internal connections that exists within a single rich document like a novel. Indeed, the codex isn’t just another format, it’s the one for which the novel is optimized. The contemporary novel’s dense, layered language took root and grew in the codex, and it demands the kind of navigation that only the codex provides.


The reason books are sometimes called volumes is that the root of “volume” is volvere, to roll: to read a scroll, you revolved it.

(Via Austin Kleon.)

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2011-09-05 (Mon)

Top 7 books that changed how I look at the world

I find this list a bit embareassing because a lot of it is stuff I read in my teen years, and it shows. But what influences you more than the things you read at that time of life? Still, a grown man ought to have moved a little beyond that stuff. I have, but the reading I do now, along with the rest of life, is much less intense than it was then (for which I’m very grateful).Like all my top-whatever lists, it is in no particular order.

Understanding Media by Marshall McLuhan. His insights turned inside-out the way I look at culture and history.

Mockingbird Wish Me Luck by Chas. Bukowski. The author is an asshole and is (unfortunately) celebrated by even bigger assholes. He was immoral, he was full of shit, he mythologized himself in his writing. But he had no illusions about any of that, and, unlike some of his fans, he had no illusions about his being (as he described himself) a “bad writer.” (He’s a good bad writer though, and I’m sure he knew it.) My wife and I watchd the movie Born Into This together, and what she saw was a monster. She asked me later why I liked him. I had to think about it. I said, though I can’t defend him on a personal level, Bukowski is important to me because his writing told me that you don’t have to be like evrybody else. There are other ways to live besides the way they tell you to live, and those other ways are just as good. Or even if they’re not… And he told me what it is to be a writer: to write. To be “crazy enough in the head to sit down to a typer and let the words bang out.” And to make a sincere and dogged attempt to put those words into the eyes of the public—to “send your shit out.” For some years that is what I did. I typed stuff and I sent it to the magazines, who quite sensibly ignored it. And then I started making my own magazines, and then I…stopped. And then I started living like evrybody else.

Book 4 by Aleister Crowley. Speaking of self-mythologizing, here’s a man who at times presented himself as nearly omnipotent. Aside from that silliness, this book describes very clearly what magic and mysticism are. Although I only ever attained the most basic of headcracking mystical states and although such things are irrelevant to me now (see below), it is important to get an inkling of the potential of human consciousness, and it’s useful to have an elementary understanding of how the magical universe is organized.Crowley’s Eight Lectures on Yoga was also a big influence.

Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut. The part about the painting. You know when someone perfectly articulates something you already knew but couldnt quite put your finger on? The part about the painting.

The Path Is the Goal by Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche. Another guy I can’t defend on a personal. He has been accused of serious crimes. This is even more difficult to reconcile oneself with when the man in question is a religious leader, and one who has possibly used his position to exploit people. I don’t know if the allegations are true, but it seems at the very least he was a mean drunk. (The same could be said of at least one of the authors above: at the very least, he was a mean drunk.) It’s troublesome, but nonetheless I wouldnt give up the books of Chögyam Trungpa any more than I would give up the poems of Percy Shelly or the records of Ike Turner (or Jerry Lee Lewis) because those guys were total shits (at least according to their wives). I’ve never had a problem separating a work from the life of its creator. (As I said, it’s more difficult in a case like this because looking at him as an example ought to be part of the deal.) Everything has a context, granted, but I deliberately judge a book on its merits alone. What the book does is more important to me than who created it. What this book did for me mainly is encourage me to commit to a spiritual practice—that of simply Sitting—with no dogma, no woo-woo shit, no expectation of achievement…in short, none of the stuff Crowley had saddled me with.

As I Lay Dying by Wm. Faulkner. Gobsmacked. I didnt know what literature could do.

Black Spring by Henry Miller. See above.

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2011-08-29 (Mon)

"The drama is not sabotaged by the physical structure of the media itself."

Delta has a couple things to say about Choose Your Own Adventure books:

The very act of flipping through the book on various “turn to page X” directions causes you to, unavoidably, see little snatches of text from other possible branches, and also glances at illustrations of things that may-or-may-not happen. [ … ] It’s almost like having vague shamanic visions of alternate timelines.

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2011-08-24 (Wed)