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libertina

Riding My Own Coattails, Part I: Vital Spastistics

Oct 14, 2006 04:38

This is the first in what may become a long series of "Riding My Own Coattails" installments, depending on how dry the well of inspiration runs. There will be incriminating visuals to boot once I invest in a scanner ( Read more... )

the past, riding my own coattails

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buscemi October 14 2006, 07:25:50 UTC

I love hearing childhood stories from my LJ pals (especially when it's someone as eloquent and interesting as you). :)

libertina October 14 2006, 08:42:20 UTC

Aw, thanks again. That's very sweet of you. I love reading that stuff myself. Of course now I can expand my life's interests to 150, and you may notice that "self-effacing geeks" are on that list.

stoopidfresh October 14 2006, 16:59:19 UTC

Really, this is brilliant. I really think you could write a viable book of these kinds of anectdotes, if it ever seemed to appeal to you to do so. Or write something for the 'First Person' column of NYPress. It's got a Liar's Club-like poignancy with a touch of Amesian disclosure.

The [sic] after "sour balls" hit me about a second and a half after it passed my eyes, and made me laugh out loud for a few solid moments. You're a charm. =)

ps. the Fermata (I finally got around to reading it) is fantastic and an unexpected surprise. Thanks again for directing me towards literary gold. ...or goldtone veneer, perhaps, but the kind you can delight in getting green marks from. xo

libertina October 15 2006, 15:21:22 UTC

The [sic] after "sour balls" hit me about a second and a half after it passed my eyes, and made me laugh out loud for a few solid moments. You're a charm. =)

--Hey, I was ten years old, you pervert. ;) Not that that would stop me...despite my Catholic fervour I was quite the trash-talker, which would culminate in a high school fundraiser where I uttered the word "vibrator" stage during a mock Newlywed Game onstage. THAT deeply buried cringer also came up during last week's bus ride, weirdly enough.

Seriously, I'm really glad you liked the Nicholson Baker book. Likening me to Mary Karr and Jonathan Ames would be pretty fucking ego-inflating if I ever thought I could come close to achieving their trenchant laugh-cry talents. But thank you for thinking so.