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January 04, 2022


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Good stuff, man.

I too loved the Thompson, Franzen and Specktor books. I haven't read those Roths, but I've got a stack of unread Roth to my left...


You're supposed to want to defenestrate him. It's brilliantly done. Why would it stall your journey?


I'm impressed that you can devour more than a book a week (including Dune), cinema outings and home video releases. You also are a dab cook, as your blog had a good recipe for gravy a few years ago. And you listen to lots of jazz. I'm barely able to read through my copy of The New Yorker, before the new one arrives. If I was to manage one on your list, I would probably choose the Elisabeth Taylor over the Dostoevsky.


Reisman's Stan Lee book was not the hatchet job I feared. He acknowledges Lee's contributions and calls him "the world's greatest comic-book editor" (which Stan certainly was, from '62 to '72). But Lee apparently wanted to be known for more than his editing skills. If this subject interests you, I recommend Sean Howe's book "Marvel Comics: The Untold Story."


"Once Upon a Time in Hollywood": This was fun but it told me more about Tarantino than the characters. In the passage where Cliff discourses on his favorite (and less favorite) foreign directors, we're reading Tarantino's own opinions, which he's expressed in podcasts and interviews.

I've read that his next book will be about movies of the '70s, so at least he'll be expressing his views without putting them in the mouth of a fictional character.

The '50s and '60s movie-and-TV geek stuff appealed to me, but I wonder what someone who's unfamiliar with this milieu would think. Would they assume that Aldo Ray, Cameron Mitchell and James Stacy are fictional, like Cliff and Rick?

Peter Apruzzese

Glenn - please check your email asap.
Pete A.

That Fuzzy Bastard

Notes From the Underground is such a terrifying shiv-in-the-ribs of a book, especially for New Yorkers, who often come close to the Underground Man's obsessively petty vindictiveness! The only Dostoyevsky I've read in Russian, and the prose is dizzying and terrifying in ways that an English translations can't quite capture.

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