HHhH and History and history
Saturday August 11th 2012, 8:53 pm
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The capitalization of German is rather important for the title, and for the histories he’s writing. He allows it to be literature and literary criticism at the same time, to be history and historiography and historiographical criticism at the same time. Not that any of these exist at ease alongside each other. To bring up Littell (bet he never read _Bad Voltage_. Bet I remain amongst a very small number who have read that and _The Kindly Ones_ (Fr: _ Les Bienveillantes_), to be jealous of him in print, to be pained by the process of reading something _real_, is rare to see. To conjure up the rejection (“no, it’s not about the age [the 40s], it’s about our time” [I paraphrase, forgive the quotes]), and then to follow with the devastating (“It Houellebecq but with Nazis”), well, I’d have much to say about it, and many more interesting things if I weren’t wrangling not one but two poodles solo, one barking at another barking dog in the distance and a crying baby and a howling cat and a teenage autistic child also howling. No wonder I don’t write anymore – my time is never really my own. (Which isn’t fair – I’m hot, they’re hot, it’s been a few days that have gone fairly well, I’m annoyed at not being able to savor the moment of finishing a book. But I’m not afraid of overstatement, bitches.) Moment, past. Thoroughly. More wine, then?

Wednesday August 08th 2012, 8:21 pm
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I used to be somebody

We used to be friends, a long time ago

Just somebody that I used to know

I used to feel something inside

I used to love him

I used to rule the world

I used to have a best friend