Friday, July 23, 2004

[email fragment] Glad you've been hitting the Wodehouse and Theroux. For some reason reading the latter's always felt to me like a kind of guilty pleasure, only I don't feel so guilty and it isn't that pleasurable. For some reason the phrase that keeps running through my head is "A first-rate second-rate writer", which coming from me is uncharacteristically uncharitable, and is just the sort of thing he always had Naipaul saying about others in "Sir Vidia's Shadow". Anyway, what books? I've been reading some afrocuban folk tales, Pat Barker's WWI psychological novel "Regeneration", and Ha Jin's novel "Waiting". about a very boring extramarital affair. And about to start the Andy Warhol biography from the Penguin Lives series.

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