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December 15, 2007

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jb

I think I thought Sante was some kind of French theorist proper, not a Belgian Upstate New Yorker. Looking at his online biography I just feel envious. But the one thing he's done that I have read about recently is this:
http://www.nybooks.com/shop/product?usca_p=t&product_id=7039
- sounds a genuinely interesting idea, especially for fans of Myles na gCopaleen et al. The best account of it I've seen is by Julian Barnes in an LRB review a couple of months ago:
http://www.lrb.co.uk/v29/n19/barn02_.html

That really is a nicely nuanced and sceptical piece. Even Barnes's byline is droll.

bob

I'm about halfway through Kill Your Darlings, which is my first of his stuff, and I'm liking it plenty good.

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  • If Ayn Rand and Walter Benjamin got in a cage fight and then made up over foie gras, single malt scotch and indie pop, you'd have the delightful adventures of "That Was Probably Awkward." Plus or minus the single malt and foie gras, depending on the week's finances. But always the indie pop. Sad, stirring indie pop. And a decent happy hour.

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