Status Updates From Pond

Yes, MILF:
Man I Love Fitzcarraldo

“You couldn't kill yourself with a Baby Belling I shouldn't think because as far as I know they are all powered by electricity and no doubt this specification was utterly deliberate because Belling would have been quite aware of the sorts of customers their product would invariably cater to and the sorts of morbid tendencies these people might brood over and wish to act upon and finally bring to completion.”

I get it. You could say there’s a certain amount of verve. But she comes off as snooty. Another reviewer called it pretentious.

Nevertheless, it’s a book I can tolerate reading, which in itself is a small miracle these days. I’ll give it a chance.

It even got me writing again.

I love a writer having fun:

“And yet, how to reconcile such a fortunate and encouraging record with the aforementioned assertion that I was, in the most part, quite unable to endure advances made by any one of these extraordinary men until I had achieved a precise tone of inebriety?”