Graham Greene Can Kiss My Ass
You ever read something that is so good that you hate it? You hate it because you didn't write it. You look at a band name and decide that you could have come up with that name if you were only in a band and had a reason to.
Well Doug gave me this damn Greene book called "The End of the Affair" and I read it in one and half days. I am now reading it again. I have been writing to see if I can write at all lately, and reading shit like this does two things; 1) it lets me know that I basically suck balls - 2) it gives me ideas about ways to put things. How do writers write? I can read music critics and blogs until my eyes fall out - but very few people can really write. And no matter how much ego boosting goes on between people's websites and their pety lives and poor expressions - it will never make anyone that much closer to writing for a living and for the adulation and admiration and applause of others. There will never be a round table discussion about Betsy Wetsy's blog posting on her boyfriend leaving her that is entitled, "I am SO over you!". And there will never be accolades thrown to Fratboy1984 for his post entitled "Clemson parties more than anyone! WOOOO!"
Anyway - thanks Doug, and fuck you Doug for bringing this to me. It's good. It's real good. It's upsetting. It's real upsetting.
