January 2010
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With love and squalor
Nitsuh Abebe’s fitting eulogy for J.D. Salinger quite ably sums up how I feel about my favorite author’s passing:
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One morning a nice young man comes to your house. You invite him in and share some coffee. He’s thoughtful and charming — good company. He makes a miniature Ferris wheel out of toothpicks and jelly beans and sets it turning on your coffee table. That’s amazing,...
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On Meeting Johnny Marr at the Supermarket
I was standing in the beer aisle, perusing the selection in the fridge case, as I am wont to do, when I felt someone hovering behind me. I turned, noticed a familiar face and then returned my full attention to the beer. Upon turning around a second time, however, I realized that the reason I had recognized the person standing behind me was because it was Johnny fucking Marr.
As I stood...