July 2011
27 posts
“Ever since World War II, California has been strangely plagued by wild men on...”
– Hunter S. Thompson, “The Motorcycle Gangs,” The Nation
“Each, a rock star in his own right. Oscar Wilde was put on trial for sodomy and...”
– Turning Writers Into Motherfucking Rock Stars (via moresongsaboutbuildings)
ireadintothings asked: Wow thank you for what you just wrote. I am an aspiring author and a diagnosed alcoholic... The whole matter is somewhat of a catch 22 for me. When I write drunk, I always get messages about my typos. When I write sober, I always get messages about the lack of imagination in my words. There were so many alcoholic or drug-addict writers though, it is tempting to believe that substance abuse and...
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WWHG: Where Would Hemingway Go? →
too many Daves: "Joke people and you make... →
davidquigg:
It’s rare that I want to punch someone. Today, briefly, I wanted to punch Marty Beckerman. I don’t even know Marty Beckerman. The little I knew about Marty Beckerman — the thing that made me want to punch him — was this passage from his new book, which showed up on Andrew Sullivan’s blog:
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So it's off my chest.
A big ol’ smack on the back to the first person who can tell me where the “write drunk, edit sober” quote that’s lauded by drunks-trying-to-be writers in every corner of the internet is actually from.
In what text did Hemingway say this? In what interview?
I’m about ready to call a moratorium on this quote until it’s sourced. Hell, I’m gonna call it...
So it's off my chest.
A big ol’ smack on the back to the first person who can tell me where the “write drunk, edit sober” quote that’s lauded by drunks-trying-to-be writers in every corner of the internet is actually from.
In what text did Hemingway say this? In what interview?
I’m about ready to call a moratorium on this quote until it’s sourced. Hell, I’m gonna call it...
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“The faces that were young once were old as mine but everyone remembered how we...”
– Hemingway revisiting his “old secret places” in Pamplona less than two years before his death, in The Dangerous Summer.
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A hell of a thing to say.
David had driven her down to retrieve the big old Isotta convertible and her bags from where the car had been parked in front of the cafe in Cannes. On the way she said, “Your wife is wonderful and I’m in love with her.” She was sitting beside him and David did not look to see if she blushed. “I’m in love with her too,” he said. “I’m in love with you...
“He was finished as a writer; for him, that meant he was finished.”
– Robert Roper, “Hemingway: Has his death eclipsed his work?,” Obit Magazine
“When I drink I want to say things I should never say,” the girl said.
“Then...”
– The Garden of Eden (via arrogantstone)
“In a dialogue published in the June 1986 edition of Esquire, the writers Ken...”
– Rethinking Hemingway 50 years after his death, Reed Johnson, Los Angeles Times
“Dominating at Angry Birds or FarmVille is no way to prove our manhood.”
– The latest in Randomly Guessing What Hemingway Would do if he Didn’t Shoot Himself, by Marty Beckerman, Underwire
“He often spoke of destroying himself and would sometimes stand at the gun rack,...”
– A. E. Hotchner, Hemingway, Hounded by the Feds, The New York Times, via moresongsaboutbuildings. Not exactly the celebration of Hemingway that this blog purports to be. Also Op-Ed, not fact. But still fascinating.
