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Two little pieces
Literature is a college party: throw in enough depressed people with personality disorders, and someone is bound to get laid. At around 11PM, the bad boys enter, high on red-bull and vodka. I miss the days of Hemingway or Bukowski, where manly self-destruction came from self-hatred and happened before the photo shoot. If James Frey, per the constant middle-fingered vector of his “fuck you,” is today’s “bad boy” (sorry Bret Easton Ellis, your suit’s too good), then we have lost the battle of soul grasping. Of course, he’s just operating off of the fake memoir public image disaster — but I just worry about someone, anyone, who engages with the world, a world in which one has acquired moderate success and comfort, with such affected and insincere hostility. I find Sartre’s 1964 Nobel Prize decline a much more compelling “fuck you”; that, or a gunshot to the head. Frey will be just fine. I’d like to think, save those two little fleshy spears, he’s just reaching out for a hug.
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He’s such a little boy. And he writes like one too.
but he looks so happy.
James Frey blurbed Tao Lin’s new book. Peep game: http://heheheheheheheeheheheehehe.tumblr.com/post/932575950/richard-yates-is-a-moving-very-funny
“Richard Yates is a moving, very funny, discomforting, and heartbreakingly life-affirming meditation on extremes—extreme alienation, extreme intimacy, extreme confusion, extreme expectations—that reads like a meticulously and lovingly crafted collaboration between a weirder Ernest Hemingway and a more philosophically-minded Jean Rhys.” —James Frey, author of A Million Little Pieces and Bright Shiny Morning
It doesn’t seem to matter that Frey writes like a retarded cat with no paws and headphones full of Abba. Anyone who is *really* trying to get paper-published and can’t… just isn’t paying attention.
The Nobel Prize decline seems no more silly.
He’s such a little boy. And he writes like one too.
but he looks so happy.
He shouldn’t be allowed to give anyone the finger.
James Frey blurbed Tao Lin’s new book. Peep game: http://heheheheheheheeheheheehehe.tumblr.com/post/932575950/richard-yates-is-a-moving-very-funny
“Richard Yates is a moving, very funny, discomforting, and heartbreakingly life-affirming meditation on extremes—extreme alienation, extreme intimacy, extreme confusion, extreme expectations—that reads like a meticulously and lovingly crafted collaboration between a weirder Ernest Hemingway and a more philosophically-minded Jean Rhys.” —James Frey, author of A Million Little Pieces and Bright Shiny Morning
It doesn’t seem to matter that Frey writes like a retarded cat with no paws and headphones full of Abba. Anyone who is *really* trying to get paper-published and can’t… just isn’t paying attention.
The Nobel Prize decline seems no more silly.
He shouldn’t be allowed to give anyone the finger.
wtf is up with those blue shoes? are those brown socks? damn. i mean, you can’t convincingly give someone the finger in that get-up, you just can’t