jealousy/lust/glee
Delightful, intense interview with Jonathan Lethem on the AV Club site which has thrown my morning into a tizzy.
This man drives me INSANE. He's just so great... but he is doing EXACTLY what I want to do, and being ridonkulously successful at it and WTF? I am so glad he exists, but it makes me feel really shitty about myself in a lot of ways, makes me wonder about the nature of talent and luck and whatever else is the factor. He wrote a book about a rock band. So much for my potential summer/fall/winter writing project (which will hopefully go ahead anyway, once I put down the comics for a moment and read Dream Brother and some more books on the 90's Britpop music scene and The Blur Bible again so I can get my mojo back). But he's even talking about getting musicians together to write songs from the book. I WAS GONNA DO THAT. I lose. I wrote what I wrote instead and not Stars Fall (yes, the book I want to write already has a title, come up with in mid-2003. I've been sitting on it for a long time, because I had to write vampire novels instead, and get my life back together. It's no excuse. Lethem stepped in).
Also, he's a total hottie - disregard that photo on the site. He needs a freakin' haircut. I won't say he needs to lose weight, because that would be hypocritical - he's a writer, an intellectual sex symbol (for me anyway), not a visual sex symbol. Still. He's much more foxy in person, or at least he was when I saw him. I've got a thing for super-smart Brooklyn Jews. I'm not ashamed; I just need one in-house, if you know what I mean.
And now the SOB is writing comics, too. Dammit, Lethem, can't I have something of my own that you haven't already rocked? Throw me a bone or something? Can we talk? Call me. I love you. You're ruining my life.
This man drives me INSANE. He's just so great... but he is doing EXACTLY what I want to do, and being ridonkulously successful at it and WTF? I am so glad he exists, but it makes me feel really shitty about myself in a lot of ways, makes me wonder about the nature of talent and luck and whatever else is the factor. He wrote a book about a rock band. So much for my potential summer/fall/winter writing project (which will hopefully go ahead anyway, once I put down the comics for a moment and read Dream Brother and some more books on the 90's Britpop music scene and The Blur Bible again so I can get my mojo back). But he's even talking about getting musicians together to write songs from the book. I WAS GONNA DO THAT. I lose. I wrote what I wrote instead and not Stars Fall (yes, the book I want to write already has a title, come up with in mid-2003. I've been sitting on it for a long time, because I had to write vampire novels instead, and get my life back together. It's no excuse. Lethem stepped in).
Also, he's a total hottie - disregard that photo on the site. He needs a freakin' haircut. I won't say he needs to lose weight, because that would be hypocritical - he's a writer, an intellectual sex symbol (for me anyway), not a visual sex symbol. Still. He's much more foxy in person, or at least he was when I saw him. I've got a thing for super-smart Brooklyn Jews. I'm not ashamed; I just need one in-house, if you know what I mean.
And now the SOB is writing comics, too. Dammit, Lethem, can't I have something of my own that you haven't already rocked? Throw me a bone or something? Can we talk? Call me. I love you. You're ruining my life.