I want to be a banker, I said. Isn’t there some way I could be a banker?
He sighed and settled back in his chair. All right, he said. I think I understand why you don’t want to be a professional musician. But I think you’re under a slight misapprehension about banking.
I said Oh really? Why i…
She likes the sound of “$3 million for a screenplay.” It is mentioned a few more times. How good that sounds.
But Fitzgerald, didn’t Fitzgerald like the sound? And Faulkner? Was that not the big draw? The thing that wrote The Sound and the Fury died young, and a drunk named Faulkner turned up to…
But look. What does Jameson (Fredric, not John) have to say? Neurosis is simply this boring imprisonment of the self in itself, crippled by its terror of the new and unexpected, carrying its sameness with it wherever it goes, so that it has the protection of feeling, whatever it might stretch out i…
I was marooned for the first four weeks of term in the morgue shift at Chez Michel. 10:30–17:30 Monday–Thursday. A shift which coincided with an unsurprising number of lectures. Michel had not had the vision to see that a waiter whose appearance called to mind Kafka, Liszt, Rimbaud and Egon Schiele…