Hemingway vs Faulkner
September 7th, 2006 byIn a cage match, basically it comes down to this: Hemingway saw WWI action whereas Faulkner didn’t; major points for Ernest. Hemingway shot himself, whereas Faulkner drank himself to oblivion; both lose that round. However, I think Faulkner has the edge with being a perennial drunk; it would numb the pain and make him unpredictable.
Regardless, Hemingway wins in my book. Minimalism always wins over verbosity.
September 7th, 2006 at 9:55 am
did you change majors?
September 8th, 2006 at 12:16 pm
Yes! So it all began when I really wanted to move into the Chelsea Hotel but apparently I would need my entire $2500 monthly NIH/fellowship stipend to actually rent a room. (I checked craigslist for sublets.) Plus my parents weren’t buying my reason for staying there (i.e. the birth place of the beatnik era).
Thus, I am living in the humanities library. It’s a tough life; for warmth I have to occasionally burn books by Ray Bradbury. Plus the only people who hang out there are postmodern nihilist. So we usually end up talking about literature. Hence, I decided to switch majors. I know it sounds weird, but it’s mostly true. Except for the whole nihilist part. That’s totally from “The Big Lebowski.”
September 9th, 2006 at 2:56 am
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September 16th, 2006 at 9:31 pm
Dammit, akds, why did you close comments on the entry (right above this) that I wanted to comment on? Vat is dis drama? You stop writing here, and I will stab you. What do we gotta do to keep you around? Comment more often? Set up a picket line? Take to the streets and protest? You just let me know.
September 16th, 2006 at 9:33 pm
oh, PS: your own comment on this entry qualifies as BEST COMMENT EVER. Also, I like this post. The end.