Wordsmoker

My sweet friend. It’s nice to hear your voice. We all want to hear it more.

(Also, the way you say “all over your face” is making me reconsider how I’ve thought of this phrase. THANKS.)

When the Killing’s Done, by T.C. Boyle? Something by George Saunders? Maybe dust off an Iris Murdoch book?

Just, please, let it be available in Kindle.

Funny tag.

Wences: I HATED when it dawned on me that, yes, Lori had gone along with the ruse to use Skippy as an excuse to see Karl.

Also, her anorexia seemed silly. Too easy: Lori, thin; Ruprecht fat. Too facile.

Vaq, I actually didn’t like that so much. ANd I could have done without the frolic around Ruprecht’s magic device.

Mario was a riot, but he was a caricature, right?

That Carl wept when the bad guys were going to hang his friend? Eh. He was a fucking bully.

I liked the scenes with Ruprecht and the girl.

Poor Skippy. The weight of the world was on his shoulders. The book was good at showing that, without belaboring it.

No, Rosie, not Ruprecht. The other boy, who kept encouraging the romance. DON’T MAKE ME FIND MY KINDLE! Also, the fact that the pedophile priest was the only one to stand up to Tom’s crime annoyed me. Not that it wouldn’t happen. Just that — as with much of this book — the plot annoyed [...]

I hated all of the teachers and, needless to say, I wanted to murder Carl. What was the angle there, anyway? Psychotic little rich kid? (In hindsight, we were probably meant to think he was growing a case of schitzophrenia (ph) I suppose. What with the voices.)

Dennis only has it together because he trusts nothing. I liked the little dude who was Skippy’s rock . . . The one who kept encouraging him.

I liked it.

ALSO! I JUST REMEMBERED!!! Tom Berringer’s character in Platoon was such an evil fuck. I would post a photo, except I don’t know how that works. But you remember: the racism, the brutality, that scar.

Sadly, I am forced now to recall that Charlie Sheen was in that movie.

I recall deeply, deeply, deeply hating the college kids from Breaking Away. Christ, I loved that movie.

Jar Jar Binks.

Nellie Olson.

Tim Roth in Rob Roy was quite hateful.

I always knew you could write. But the voice, too? In a good way, this made me glad not to feel teen-aged burdens.

@ VirusWithShoes:

Good one.

“DON’T SMOKE SALVIA!”

What was the song during the Joy of Sex part? It frightened me!

@ Senor Wences: I loved that, too, the Dora thing.