'my name had never been my own,— rather belonging, all this time, to the Authorities, who forbade me to change it, or withhold it, as 'twere a Ring upon the Collar of a Beast, ever waiting for the Lead to be fasten'd on….'

'The truth is I have no idea what he thought about, what his internal life might have been like.'

On DFW in the New Yorker.

Dubbing The Wire into German.

'too many bosses / too many losses / too many niggas that's wantin' they own office'

'baby, I can see you've been fucked with, too'

Kafkaniana

One way to truly fulfill the potential of criticism on the interweb: a blog where every post is polemic against James Wood.

Civil servants who routinely handle the business of any man off the street are sublimely (i.e. terrifyingly) efficient.