Saturday, February 26, 2011

Writer's no one reads

This tumblr made me laugh and laugh and laugh – Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out.

No one reads Jules  Renard.

No one reads Larbi Layachi.

No one reads Roland Topor. (Cover, long out-of-print Stories and Drawings, Peter Owen, 1968.)

I’m still knee deep in “The Corrections” and needed some respite from their heavy hearted discontent, so I started reading Orhan Pamuk’s childhood memoirs Istanbul: Memories and a City”.

Unfortunately seems like I’ve jumped from one bag of neuroses to another.

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