gramps

So pleased this thread got started. I'm beat so I'll have to hold off and collect my thoughts before weighing on your comments, Beayer (kudos on the Kessler/Ressler thing, though) but I would say if you're looking for something after 2666 besides Savage Detectives, I'd recommend Amulet. It's fantastic.

Quick aside though, I read Antwerp when it dropped earlier this year, and I'd have to say that I'm not sure how I would have found it if I hadn't read Savage Detectives and 2666. It's like having a dream about those books, full of disconnected references and scenes that invoke them in ways hard to put your finger on. Good though.

Might as well sever my thumb with the top of the line.

^Home run A+ Batting a hundred.

And

It's pretty limp. Mostly just standards that have been given the oblong plate and drizzle treatment. And sitting in the dark all night sounds dumb as hell to me.

Looks like a low-rent Menendez brother.

A theme has emerged.

To tranquilize my employment woes.

Now onto:

Despite being the author of quote I seem to be incorrigibly compelled to repeat when drunk ("no one calls my dog a faggot.") I think Norman Mailer was a over-opinionated, maniacal misogynist. When people talk about the Dead White Men of American letters, I have some sympathy for Bellows, Updike et al. But Mailer I'd toss into the fire. That being said, when he writes about something he truly, honestly loves, like Boxing, I can see what's there to like. This book's pretty good.

Good sportswriting is like hen's teeth.

It's a goddamn steamer.

It never made sense to me why he isn't as popular as Roth or Carver.

No one is condoning what the vandals did, but I think it's important to point out that mass protests always have warts (Look at the past G20 summits for the most obvious analogues) and attract people simply looking for an excuse to misbehave. That's because they are a decentralized, emotional response. The onus is on the police to react within the boundaries of morality and what is unfortunately often the more ethereal concept, legality.

The complete lack of preparation seen on saturday resulted in the sweeping of the protest zone which dispersed the crowds and forced them into unorganized rabble rather than the peaceful march that they were earlier in the day, not to mention made it all but impossible for police to suss out the criminal element. The patrol cars that were burned were either unaccompanied by crowd control (Queen) or actually left by their officers who were dispatched on foot elsewhere (King & Bay) The embarrassment and panic led to the violence on Queen W. at sundown, the muzzle blasts at Pape & Eastern the next morning (both of which I had the bad luck to see first hand) and the inexcusable and inexplicable public detention last night. Blaming the "anarchists" is an easy road because these people are never going to materialize to be made culpable. The actions of the security forces warrant an inquiry and people's attention is being divided by the sensationalism of broken glass.

I had sort of pledged not to get into this thread at length but this is the most important thing to happen to Toronto in the new Millennium, so maybe it's okay to get excited.

I'm sure your blog shakes the world to its foundations.

Glad you enjoyed your visit. We could always use more GTAs with DSLRs getting in everyone's way.

The Black Bloc is less of a paramilitary anarchist cadre than the people who used to hang out in the Kathedral and read too much Crimethinc.

Are you serious?

Oh, and:

Cheers guys.

chris_n Indeed just the one button fly. You feel like Tara Reid at first but I've sort of gotten used to it. Though each time I patch the crotch I have a little less room. Eventually I may have to do away with my genitals altogether.

I don't think anyone has talked about Blood Meridian with as much concision and insight as D. 'Reviews for You" Schmid of Amazon.com:

4 of 12 people found the following review helpful:

YO, I HAD TO READ THIS BOOK WITH A DICTIONARY!, August 14, 2009

By D. Schmid "reviews for you" (New York) - See all my reviews

This review is from: Blood Meridian: Or the Evening Redness in the West (Modern Library) (Hardcover)

BUT IT WAS ILL!!!!!!!

CORMAC MCCARTHY IS ONE DEEP AND BLOOD THIRSTY INDIVIDUAL AND HIS IMAGINATION IS SCARY!

1849?

I'M GLAD I WASN'T ALIVE BACK THEN!!!!

i was just watching people getting trampled by police horses. this is great

sup gramps

One of them hit me with his club! Look for my forthcoming memoir.

All the burning car photos make it seem a lot more exciting then it is. There a lot of people on megaphones calling for "love warriors" and Montreal has kind let us borrow all their crusty punks for the weekend.

Long live the anarchist black coc.

The delegates are unharmed but an Urban Outfitters and a American Apparel were not so lucky.