Provoked to dip from muse by flattery, took a twig from Ernesto Priego and boasted a while, before throwing it into the mud, under car wheels.
You're stuck inside Fahrenheit 451, which book do you want to be?
The sequel, in order to provide some metatextual collusions to my dreary, grey afternoon. A television within a television, that kind of thing.
Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?
All of Eugenides' suicidal virgins, at least the ones on the Bloomsbury cover, which proved short-lived.
Twelfth Night's Viola, which proved confusing.
That female lion in Disney's The Lion King, which proved very, very costly. The price of clinics these days...
The last book you bought is:
B.S. Johnson, Omnibus. I have been buying bread for a while and eating that while I read, if that helps.
The last book you read:
The Heart Of The Matter, Graham Greene. Catholicism ruins yet another good book.
What are you currently reading?
Things Fall Apart, Chinua Achebe. Reluctantly, with guilt and pace.
Ground Water, Matthew Hollis. Incessantly, with tears and awe.
Back copies of The Wire. Musically, with parody and filesharing in mind.
The Madness Of The Day, Maurice Blanchot. Daily, daily, can't stop, daily.
Five books you would take to a deserted island:
Blanchot Reader, Maurice Blanchot. Useful as central column for a shelter.
The Bible, various artists. Invaluable as footstool.
Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy. For attracting attention.
Howl, Allen Ginsberg (City Lights Edition). Sentimentality, wiping tears.
Being And Time, Martin Heidegger. For showing off to palm trees and as a soporific. The years would pass with ease.
Who are you going to pass this stick to (3 persons) and why?
And So It Goes
through duty, interest, and a will to promote. I don't usually do this sort of thing.