babyfinland posted:

god is real

he's right you know

I had bad dorm rooms, and I’d landed in a nerdy situation as a prospective physics major. There were very few cute girls, and those few had no interest in me. My only significant ambition was to get laid, and I was failing spectacularly at it, for reasons now obvious to me but completely invisible at the time. I thought about transferring to a different school, but then I realized that if I majored in German I could go to Europe for a year, and that things might be better there.

Things were not better there, at least not girlwise. But I came back to the States less outrageously immature. And every once in a while a person’s life feels like a novel, and the eight weeks in the middle of my last year of college were a time like that. Everything came together quickly, all the stuff that had been latent suddenly crystallized, and I felt transformed in the space of eight weeks. I became a human being. By the end of that January, I was having sex with the person I would end up married to for fourteen years, and I’d become a determined, focused writer who wanted to do nothing but write ambitious novels

fuck you franzen

ilmdge posted:

im otto

otto is supposed to be gaddis i guess but u probably already knew that

Ironicwarcriminal posted:

i've pretty much spent the past day trawling through the paris review interview archives

http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/2000s#list

Vonnegut is very cheeky and funny, Borges is an infectiously passionate and passionate old man, Celine is like next-level spiteful honesty and Simone de Bouvoir is very insightful and disarmingly candid. It's too much to quote them all so unfortunately i'm going to just leave you this steaming turd

I had bad dorm rooms, and I’d landed in a nerdy situation as a prospective physics major. There were very few cute girls, and those few had no interest in me. My only significant ambition was to get laid, and I was failing spectacularly at it, for reasons now obvious to me but completely invisible at the time. I thought about transferring to a different school, but then I realized that if I majored in German I could go to Europe for a year, and that things might be better there.

Things were not better there, at least not girlwise. But I came back to the States less outrageously immature. And every once in a while a person’s life feels like a novel, and the eight weeks in the middle of my last year of college were a time like that. Everything came together quickly, all the stuff that had been latent suddenly crystallized, and I felt transformed in the space of eight weeks. I became a human being. By the end of that January, I was having sex with the person I would end up married to for fourteen years, and I’d become a determined, focused writer who wanted to do nothing but write ambitious novels

fuck you franzen

the Gore Vidal one was really really good, those are good interviews they even make Bret Easton Ellis sound slightly coherent