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![]() Saturday, June 14, 2003 The Title: It's like The Firm meets Dumb and Dumber! I know it's just me being a complainer and a short-timer (only one more day after this and I'm on vacation), but today has been doing the work of the never-ending asshat. Every time I finish up his edits and return them to him, he give me more, scrawled out in a hand more suited to sheets of paper with three lines at the bottom and a big space up top for drawing a picture with crayons.Did Ratner's Star help? Ratner's Star is not helping. Ratner's Star is an amiable sham, perhaps a hardworking one, but a sham nonetheless, as Delillo does an impressive job of writing about mathematics without apparently having ever met a mathematician. I haven't met many in my time, but the ones I did loved nothing more than ripping apart the slightest trace of ignorant bullshit, the exact type of which seems to freely flow from the mouths of almost every character in this book. Even though I'm finally at a scene that reminds me of someone actually talking about math (pg. 183), it doesn't strike me as a discussion between two math guys. But I'm still reading the damn thing. I'm still reading it because of the various bits of comedy, and a million other ideas that I can be sure will never coalesce (because that's just not what the '70s Delillo books seem to be about, frankly), and the idea that maybe I'm just reacting not to Delillo's suckiness but my own state of suckiness. I'm in one of those states where I'm hating everything I write, and the similarities between Ratner's Star and my own crappy crap is like trying to remove an eyelash with a dropper filled with Tabasco. Shit, piss, fuck. Shit, piss, fuck. Oh, and Edi's out of town and the two times I talked to her today (1) I caught her at a crucial part of her trip and she had to call me back; and (2) she called me back when it suddenly turned into a cocktail party up here with co-workers jabbering at attorneys who showed up suddenly, and of course Asshat suddenly appeared with more edits. I'm just glad I'm out of here in an hour and then I can do something relaxing like, say, slamming my head in a car door for ten or fifteen minutes. Shit, piss, fuck. Shit, piss, fuck. posted by Jeff Lester | 7:00 PM | |
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