I am so angry at the world tonight because I can’t find a way to watch episode 2 of Girls online for free. ::shakes fist:: (update, thanks pirate friends!)
So I guess I could tell you I read these two books over the weekend. Dustin brought them home from work at my behest.
“tHE OLD ONE IS ABOUT CRIPPLING ILLNESS. yOU UP FOR THAT? i MEAN, SHE SURVIVES, SO. DID YOU KNOW SHE’S A GENIUS NOW?”
I don’t know why he was doing all caps, but I accepted it.
He got home around 11pm and I stayed up past 2 reading the first one. Then on Sunday I read the second one in the middle of the day, on the couch, while it rained.
They are very good. Sort of detached, lyric, very measured, distilled shit. Like Lydia Davis and Maggie Nelson kinda stuff. I’M INTO IT.
I wish I had them to read again. I mean, I do. But it’s not the same!
Sarah Manguso! She’s also a poet. I am in her corner.