August 04, 2012

Reading Between The Lines

Over coffee and a bagel in the Milano this morning I turn to my fave section of the NYT, the corrections page, and read "[...] according to Mr. Vidal’s memoir 'Palimpsest', he and his longtime live-in companion, Howard Austen, had sex the night they met, but did not sleep together after they began living together. It is not the case that they never had sex." — from yesterday's (rather extensive) NYT correction of their Gore Vidal obituary. I love this stuff

Later, in Moe's (yes, I still buy books, but not as much as I used to before I got my iPad), I buy a remaindered copy of William Vollmann's "Imperial", a book almost as sprawling as the place itself, a book I put off buying until now because I was afraid I'd either never start it (and it'd sit there on my shelves like an expensive rebuke), or I'd definitely never finish it. Never mind — who cares? Like the Imperial Valley itself, I can dip into it and pretend….

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