“Constitutionally, I cannot write about hangovers in literature without passing on the greatest description of a hangover ever written, by Kingsley Amis in Lucky Jim:
Dixon was alive again. Consciousness was upon him before he could get out of the way; not for him the slow, gracious wandering from the halls of sleep, but a summary, forcible ejection. He lay sprawled, too wicked to move, spewed up like a broken spider-crab on the tarry shingle of the morning. The light did him harm, but not as much as looking at things did; he resolved, having done it once, never to move his eyeballs again. A dusty thudding in his head made the scene before him beat like a pulse. His mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum. During the night, too, he’d somehow been on a cross-country run and then been expertly beaten up by secret police. He felt bad.” (via Bookslut.)
The trailer for No Country For Old Men, out in theaters in November.
No waiting until November for this: the sixth edition of the Shorter Oxford English Dictionary is out.
Rushdie weighs in on blogs and book reviews.
Or just forget reviews–how about whole books in blog form? Or Oscar Wilde’s Myspace page? (Friend him, oh friend him.)
Via Bookslut, too: The comics Dostoyevsky would have written if he were 28 and alive right now…