Ever wonder what art critic, anarchist, and feuilletonist Félix Fénéon was getting up to while he was in prison under suspicion of having been involved in a terrorist bombing? Well, as it turns out, he was busy translating Jane Austen’s Northanger Abbey into French. Some thoughts from…
LEADING actors and authors from Scotland will take to the stage for the most ambitious event in the history of the Edinburgh International Book Festival, organisers have revealed. The world premiere performance of Alasdair Gray’s latest play Fleck will be staged before about 500 fans in what is billed as a one-off occasion, to be narrated by Scotland’s poet laureate Liz Lochhead, which will close this year’s festival… . Will Self, AL Kennedy, Ian Rankin, Janice Galloway, Zoe Strachan and Regi Claire will be among the writers playing characters, along with Gray himself, in his modern version of Goethe’s Faust.
this time i’m awake for keeps and the day is for real starting. i’m dressed in the clothing of a real human bean and going out to get this man his necessaries.
more from my evening:
john waters loved miss gulch. he thinks the sound of a dog barking is annoying too. he is super mad that the winged monkeys just abandoned post after the witch died, and didn’t go through with killing dorothy. he is creeped out by glenda and her awful prom dress and voice. he loves wild at heart and david lynch in general, and his favorite is inland empire. he wonders if straight people feel uncomfortable when they see a rainbow.
guess what guys. i’m awake again, alright? i’m thinking about how it is weird that 2 bizarre gay dudes separately hit on me in odd and explicit ways last night, and neither is the bizarre gay dude that i am in love with and went to see speak at the music box LOL ISN’T THAT JUST ALWAYS THE WAY MURPHS LAW TIMES A MILL
i have to leave this house and get some potatoes for this goddamned person who has to have mashed potatoes with butter at every meal plus some weird vitamins plus regular cat food all mixed up and then this antacid pill later. he is walking around being shrill and i have to go to a store but i feel so sick. who wants to drop by my house with a thousand ounces of potatoes plus maybe some breakfast for good old me. probably you do if you truly investigate your Self.
it is going to shower itself. it already took a vicodin for this headache. it is going to work toward a better feeling. a better tomorrow. in the sense of hours being days? tomorrow hour will be better, guys? ugh. tv doesn’t even sound good. murphs law times a mill. mltam.
don’t feel well. but here is what happened: i saw john waters introduce the wizard of oz. he talked about his love of the wicked witch as a child, how much he wanted to be her. the movie was gorgeous on the big screen. somebody asked him after in the Q&A what he thinks happened to the ruby slippers. he was like “some shoe fetishist bought them for a huge amount of money and is licking them and jerking off. tonight, right now. that is happening.” before the movie, the manager of the music box got up and talked about how all phones should be off and away for real. no texting or they will embarrass you like the alamo drafthouse. so awesome. i waited for a super long time to get my book signed, and had brought him a book i read a while ago and loved, after claude by iris owens. he had already read it and loved it, and said he read all her other stuff after. i told him i read ivy compton-burnett after reading role models. i left and was pumpt. i went to the bar and drank and talked to people. this guy with an improbable name said he was going to sit next to me for a second and i said “it’s already been longer than a second, motherfucker!” this meant he loved me and wouldn’t leave me alone and was slurring at me for so long about how he cries himself to sleep at night because in his hometown he had green eyes but now his eyes are blue. his voice kept catching as he asked “CAN YOU IMAGINE? HOW AWESOME I LOOKED WITH GREEN EYES? PICTURE IT.” he also told me he could tell from far away that i could deal with him (i could not) and that i’m about to ascend to my last life, i am such a strong person and beautiful. gosh. i didn’t know, guys. i told everyone i could make eye contact with about john waters and got to talk about him again and again. right now i feel sick and i am going back to bed.
wait. something just came back to me. this guy in a … fedora maybe? some kind of hat, was talking about how he and the bartender and i should and would have a threeway. he kept saying “do you think it can’t happen? seriously? it’s basically a sure thing about to happen.” he was so loud, and ended up super frustrated with me and the bt for not having any interest in his plan. i asked one dude if he made tender love to his cousin on his 40th birthday.
"When some cultural critics fret about the “ever-more-appalling” YA books, they aren’t trying to protect African-American teens forced to walk through metal detectors on their way into school. Or Mexican-American teens enduring the culturally schizophrenic life of being American citizens and the children of illegal immigrants. Or Native American teens growing up on Third World reservations. Or poor white kids trying to survive the meth-hazed trailer parks. They aren’t trying to protect the poor from poverty. Or victims from rapists.
No, they are simply trying to protect their privileged notions of what literature is and should be. They are trying to protect privileged children. Or the seemingly privileged.”
"Right now, for me, my favorite song is "Moonlight (A Vampire’s Dream)" [from In Your Dreams]. But part of that song was written in the mid-’70s, so that — it’s kind of an ancient song that travels down through time between Lindsay and Stevie and Edward and Bella. So for right now that’s my favorite.” —Stevie Nicks to afterellen on her favorite song that she’s written
"In 2009, a 17-year-old Utah girl known in court filings as J.M.S. found herself pregnant by an older man who is now facing charges of using her in child pornography. J.M.S. lived in house without electricity or running water in a remote part of the state, several hours’ drive from the nearest clinic, which was in Salt Lake City. Getting there would have required not just a car—her area had no public transportation—but money for a hotel in order to comply with Utah’s 24-hour-waiting period, as well as for the cost of the abortion itself.
According to prosecutors, when J.M.S. was in her third trimester, she paid a man $150 to beat her in the hopes of inducing a miscarriage. The fetus survived, but she was charged with criminal solicitation to commit murder. When her case was thrown out on the grounds that her actions weren’t illegal under the state’s definition of abortion, legislators changed the law so they would be able to punish women like her in the future. Meanwhile, prosecutors have appealed J.M.S.’ case to the Supreme Court, and observers expect it to rule against her. She could still face a trial and prison time.”
This whole Daily Beast article on the upswing in “illegal” abortions is appalling and totally worth reading.