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The problem with reading a novelist’s first book after their later ones is that since most writers improve as they get older, you can’t help but view their earlier work in the context of what they’re putting out now. Flaws in their characterization and prose that have been smoothed over or eliminated in later works jut out like pilonidal cysts. Since first novels typically are more autobiographical than later ones, you have to resist viewing the book as an exercise in self-indulgence. Even if the book is really good—as is the case with talented writers—you’ll always think less of it than if you had read it with virgin eyes.
A buddy of mine once introduced me to this very hot Dominican girl. She had Pocahontas skin, a decent stomach (although there was a little chub present), a cute face, medium sized tits, and a nice, round ass. She was very nice during our first encounter; I saw her around school often and eventually took down her number.
Journey to the End of the Night was Céline’s first novel and his most famous, but not his best; that honor goes to his later works. And while I have a soft spot for Journey, I’ll readily admit that Death on the Installment Plan is the superior novel in terms of content and form. Céline had further refined his disjointed, elliptical writing style, bringing with it an increasingly cynical, bleak view of the world he inhabited.
Compared to Death, Journey is a children’s book; this is where the true darkness begins.
In this edition of the podcast, I talk to novelist Ann Sterzinger about her books, her new publishing venture Hopeless Books, why Dave Eggers is the biggest hack writing today, the differences between Generation X and the Millennials, the awesomeness of Andy Nowicki, and so much more.
You know the 4chan catchphrase “there are no women on the Internet”? On the surface, it seems ridiculous; of course there are women on the Internet. But if you dig deeper, you’ll figure out the saying’s true meaning.
Cynthia Gockley is a feminist and community college instructor from Seattle who blogs under the pseudonym “Cinzia La Strega” (or simply “La Strega”). Since beginning her blog in early 2013, Gockley has engaged in a campaign of harassment against myself and other bloggers in the “manosphere,” stalking us across the Internet, trying to ruin our livelihoods, and libeling us with completely baseless conjecture about our personal lives.
While I have done my best to ignore Gockley, her obsession with me and other manospherians has grown over the past few months. Given her habit of stalking her “enemies” and digging up information on them, their spouses and family members (who are private figures), I believe I have a duty to inform people about how dangerous this woman is.
This is an excerpt from my book Big Lovin’: The Guide to Picking Up Fat Chicks, which is now available in paperback. Click here to learn more.
When fat girls say there’s “more of them to love,” they mean that in every respect, including their pussies. BBWs have wider and longer vaginas, meaning that pricks that satisfy starving, anorexic models won’t even scrape the voluminous amounts of K-Y needed to lubricate their tunnels of love.
Hardboiled detective fiction is one of those genres that has largely been left in the dust, like Westerns. The whole film noir idea of one man against the world, dealing with violent criminals and mysterious dames, seems antiquated and old-fashioned. Will The Boots Are Red spearhead a renaissance in detective novels?
Never have I wanted to throttle the author of a book so badly.
It’s a friendly throttling, mostly; City of Singles, the debut novel by Jason Bryan (who is active on Twitter as “Dylen Durret“), is an intriguing portrait of life in our sexually liberated, post-feminist society. A semi-autobiographical book, it follows several weeks in the life of hard-partying porn mogul Dylen Durrett as he drinks and bangs his way through Vancouver’s most eligible bachelorettes. It’s a familiar premise, but Bryan has the talent and experience to pull off a truly fantastic story here.
That’s why the book’s failure is all the more maddening.