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Simon Legrande wrote:
Page seven in the Vintage edition, although no combination of "French writer suicide sell books" gets me any google results. Although, I suppose I am just assuming the suicidal writer was French. Also, I can't figure out who Peregrinos was.
Al was such a show-off.
"But it must be said that of the thinkers who refused a meaning to life none except Kirilov who belongs to literature, Peregrinos who is born of legend*, and Jules Lequier who belongs to hypothesis, admitted his logic to the point of refusing that life.
"*I have heard of an emulator of Peregrinos, a post-war writer who, after having finished his first book, committed suicide to attract attention to his work. Attention was in fact, attracted, but the book was judged no good."
Btw, Al stills owes me fifty bucks from that epic pub crawl we went on after Liberation. I think he went home with Simone that night...
[Curses in French]
I watched Contempt again last night. Holy f*!~ing shiznit, and that's not because of Brigitte Bardot's bare bum in the opening scene. [Ooohw-fa-fa!]
You know, I think the Boston Phoenix ran articles on it every time it played at the Brattle or the Harvard Film Archives and I still waited 37 years before I saw it.
If you like pretentious French flicks, this one's for you!
a) I really don't remember the Satanism scare as being that big a deal on a personal/local level.
No stats or nothing, but I don't think that it was.
I met a guy during Occupy who was raised in some Southern evangelical church that spoke in tongues and all that. He told me that when he first came to New Hampshire, he did some missionary work and the consensus among his brethren was that New Englanders were the worst bunch of irreligious heretical apostates in the country. According to his brethren, we are "too practical."
The Black Goblin's mother excepted, of course.
EDIT: Of course, this is assuming you were raised in New England.
My parents, while despairing at my taste in literature (Michael Moorcock, etc), were never bothered about it and didn't have a problem with D&D , either. My mother did make me throw my Black Sabbath albums away, though.
I lent a kid in my neighborhood a copy of the classic book Saga of Old City by Gary Gygax and his mother found it and threw it away! Later, I found his older brother had squirrelled it out of the trash and hidden it away with his porno mags.
Down with mothers!!!
My hetero life partner, The Black Goblin, played D&D in a middle school and had great fun until some busy-body demented Christian maniac intervened and made the school revoke the club's charter.
Worst part was, it was The Black Goblin's mother.
He's got subscriptions to every one of the game-material related subscriptions, so I think he's trying to make up for lost time.
Allegedly, Honore Balzac changed his name to Honore de Balzac because he got paid by the word.
I only kinda skimmed the last bunch, so I'm not really sure what's under contention, but the interplay of artistic genius and hackdom has provided a wondrous array of fabulous results in the world of literature, as every fan of sci-fi and fantasy novels should know.
[Takes out red pencil and strikes out all the "if"s and replaces them with "of"s and "off"s]