The parenthetical asides in that salon piece about DFW and BEE presented without comment.
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- (That’s what manuscripts used to do, hit desks, not email in-boxes.)
- (you can read about the futility of that enterprise in Max’s biography)
- (Long story.)
- (you could barely get him to admit he’d even read Pynchon)
- (sorry)
- (I watched both men at different times pound back multiple drinks in startlingly short order and each time thought, Uh-oh.)
- (of whom there are so many)
- (or maybe the Lou Reed)
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philk said:
Exit tab, pursued by a bear
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hypocritelecteuse said:
ugggggghhh
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teamsweeting said:
That fucking thing was the most self-congratulating piece of editor self-masturbation I have ever read. “Brett and David didn’t get along but I edited them” *does jerk off motion*
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