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After a run of fiction, I decided I needed a change of reading. So, I'm happily reading Tom Wolfe's Hooking Up - which is quite good. It's a collection of non-fiction essays, about various topics, and a novella. I've not read The New Yorker stuff yet.
It's perfectly Wolfe - kind of frantic in places, well-researched, and just fun to read. Now, thus far, it's worth it for two stories - Hooking Up (which is about sexuality at the start of the twenty-first century) and My Three Stooges.
The latter talks about the writing of A Man in Full, and the state of the "Great American Novel." Normally, I wouldn't mention it. However, there's an absolutely lovely section in which John Irving is described, frankly losing it, on a Canadian show called Hot Type.
Attempts to find it thus far, have failed.
In other news, I will admit - the Times Opinion page on the current New Yorker cover... chaos... is quite amusing.
It's perfectly Wolfe - kind of frantic in places, well-researched, and just fun to read. Now, thus far, it's worth it for two stories - Hooking Up (which is about sexuality at the start of the twenty-first century) and My Three Stooges.
The latter talks about the writing of A Man in Full, and the state of the "Great American Novel." Normally, I wouldn't mention it. However, there's an absolutely lovely section in which John Irving is described, frankly losing it, on a Canadian show called Hot Type.
Attempts to find it thus far, have failed.
In other news, I will admit - the Times Opinion page on the current New Yorker cover... chaos... is quite amusing.