Status Updates From The Moon in Its Flight

I'm gonna go ahead and say there's nobody who writes particularly American sadness as well as Sorrentino.

it was self-love or self-actualization—whatever, it insisted on rapt attention to one’s inimitable Being. It was, no doubt, another polished grift, happily based on the surety that the most petty, vapid, selfish, envious, and useless people can be convinced that they live lives of real importance and consequence, are thinkers of subtly finespun thoughts, and, most importantly, deserve to be happy.

He wasn’t bad enough or smart enough to be a successful commercial hack, and he had absolutely none of the luck that would have enabled him to emerge from the slough of writhing literary hacks.

Writers often insist that they revise, again and again, everything that they write, for writing must be heartbreakingly difficult to be authentic, heartbreakingly and exhaustingly demanding.

He visited her almost daily at the hospital during her final confinement, bringing her flowers, magazines, books—once, quite unbelievably, he brought her a copy of As I Lay Dying: he had turned almost recklessly mean.

You are perfectly justified in scoffing at the outrageous transparency of it if I tell you that his wife said that he was so pale that he looked as if he had seen a ghost, but that is, indeed, what she said. Art cannot rescue anybody from anything.

On the last story. Not sure what to say about the erotic infidelities and insecure psychologizing character of last two stories.

Weirdly humorous. Loved Sample Writing Sample, especially the tomato and bicycle.

Variety of strange and stranger stories with a sarcastic caustic humor. Of the first six, my favorite is Dignity of Labor – the absurdity, senselessness and fatuousness observed from the bottom up. Beehive Arranged on Humane Principles is all in questions, a surfeit of don't, didn't, wasn't, weren't, etc. get a bit tiresome but interesting sentence structures.