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Tuesday, June 10, 2003

The Pitch: It's like Wonder Boys meets Santo Vs. The Zombies!  

When I come home at night now, I take off my shoes and break this little three dollar whatsit I bought with Edi at the knick-knack store on Sunday. It's a transparent yellow warty thing and the idea is to massage your feet by running them over the bumps, which I do. And it feels good. But it's nothing like the original--this plastic mat of almost-spiky reflexology nubs that you stand on--I tried at Lily and Bruce's in Palo Alto a few months ago. That shit jabbed pain-pleasure needles right up into my kidneys and bladder and made me sweat and my eyes want to leak. I can't even begin to tell you how much I want one of those. But this chintzy quick-fix is pretty good, less pain and less pleasure, but I can feel my arches (well, what I have instead fo arches) start to loosen up.

I had Palak Paneer and garlic nan from Shalimar tonight--some sort of good favor returning to roost as Cherry went and got me some and wasn't hungry herself. I tried to interest other people in it, but no luck. Fools!

And I'm on page 135 of Ratner's Star. If you set up The Andromeda Strain to be a skewering of academia, you'd get a good chunk of Ratner's Star. And it seems to me something more--there's quite a few places where I think Delillo deliberately fucks up the order of who's speaking, so you have to read and reread the passage. Clearly, the exchange of paragraphs means character x is talking, yet clearly the voice is that of character y. Considering the book makes fun of both those who insist that nothing can be truly known, and those who insist anything can be truly known, it's a smart choice but audacious as fuck. And yet I'm already trying to figure out how best to pack the other pouch of my bag. Currently, it's two Kafka books, but I'm leaning toward a Kafka book and a potboiler--that Dan Simmons book John recommended, I think.

Hmm. Now I'm thinking the only reason I mentioned the foot massager and the Palak Paneer is so you don't think the only things I think about are my wonderful girlfriend and the books I'm reading. I wouldn't put it past me.

posted by Jeff Lester | 8:42 PM |
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