I mean, like something to try to get published. Charlotte woke me up twice last night. And, sleepless, I wrote down some notes with the help of my little reading light.
But, I’m agreeing with Hemingway. I don’t like to talk about what I’m working on. (I’m not comparing myself to Papa, for fuck’s sake.)
Let me get it rejected. Then. Then we can talk about it.
Of course, that’s if there’s a world tomorrow. First, an earthquake. Now a hurricane. Wow.
I feel like I did something wrong.
I think it’s funny (somehow) that my wife and I are both reading books by Sebastian Junger currently. Adventure reading, from our 4th floor apartment full of books, notebooks, pens, and baby toys. She’s reading A Death in Bellmont (which I read this fall and loved), and I’m reading Fire.
This is a short post. Wow. You might like them if you like anything that I do (Chatwin, Hemingway, Ondaatje, etc.).
In other news, I will be less boring this week, in addition to being less employed, less stressed and less exhausted (ha! to the last one).
How did I miss this from 2008?
Barack Obama and John McCain may differ on everything from U.S. policy in Iraq to how many town hall debates they should schedule but — who would have thought? — they share reading tastes.
The novel For Whom the Bells Toll [sic] by Ernest Hemingway is a shared favorite for both Barack Obama and John McCain McCain long has pinpointed Ernest Hemingway’s 1940 novel “For Whom the Bell Tolls” [sic] as his favorite book (for more on the presumptive Republican nominee’s favorite things, see this profile).
Obama, in a just-published interview with Rolling Stone co-founder and publisher Jann Wenner, names “For Whom the Bell Tolls” [sic] as one of the three books that have inspired him.
(Read more.)
I know that Comrade Castro also has a photo of Papa hanging in his office. I’m not taking a side on this; I just think it’s funny that so many people claim kinship with Papa, or, at least, admiration.
In January, there was a memory quilt underway at work. I drew all over the blotter paper, with terrible literary cartoons. This is my punk version of Hemingway.
In celebration of Paps’s birthday today, NBBB is having a casual ride to Fell’s Point. Here is the poem I will toast with:
I’m off’n wild wimmens
An cognac
An sinnin’
For I’m in loOOOOOOOve!
~ E.H. Paris, ca. 1922.