Notes From James Joyce's Writing Workshop
<I>McSweeney</I>'s again—and all too believable.
<I>McSweeney</I>'s again—and all too believable.
Hmmm. Okay, we're not talking real hi-fi here, but a good read nonetheless.
My wife insisted that I post this, "the best exam answer ever." Not that it did the guy any good.
Through the courtesy of Fred's two feet—and the Kaavya Viswanathan kerfluffle. Or something.
Kurt Andersen says that it's probably too late for Kaavya Viswanathan to claim "the similarities were part of a deliberate postmodern intertextual take on 'real' genre novels." Umm hmmm.
In other words, yawns <I>are</I> contagious.
As a kid, I loved the Heinlein novel with that title, which began, IIRC, with the hero "testing" his spacesuit by jogging through his neighborhood in it—at night, so he wouldn't attract attention. North Dakota is probably a better choice.
Interesting concept—maybe.
You're thinking television, right? Nope, it's the shipping container.
A tribe living on Brazil's Maici River has only three pronouns, no words for colors, no use for numbers, and not much of a past tense. But its language is generating debates among linguists like you wouldn't believe.