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Just a quick message to let all of y’all know that my blog is connected to a Facebook page, which is aptly and obviously named Fiction, Amongst Other Things (stroke of undeniable genius, I know). I’ve no idea whether or not this would be of any interest to any of you, but hey, thought I’d evince to you all anyways.

All of my posts from here automatically appear there (ah, the power of social media integration!) but, additionally, I share and repost a whole bunch of other stuff when it tickles my fancy/floats my boat/fills my mind brain with bolts of excitement. Anything from lame inspirational stuff to advice from writers, and quotes and links to other stuff, appear there; it’s a bit of a menagerie, really. A poetic menagerie. A menagerie for writers. Maybe. I dunno. Have a look and see if your fancy can be tickled or your boat floated, and so on and so forth, etc, etc.





  • “But when you take that photograph without imaginaton and then put a “1979” filter on it—your pug wasn’t born in 1979—you are reaching for an invented past that has no relevance to the subject at hand.” Teju Cole on Pinkhassov and Instagram.











  • Stream Grizzly Bear’s new album, Shields, here for surely only a limited time.





  • Frank Kermode is a sort-of literary critic-god. If you haven’t heard of him read this.
  • “The writing became so fluid that I sometimes felt as if I were writing for the sheer pleasure of telling a story, which may be the human condition that most resembles levitation.” 10 quotes from Gabriel García Márquez.



  • Kerouac’s On the Road is being adapted. Best to reserve judgement until it’s out. Watch it here.
  • I’ve not read much Peter Carey yet this interview makes me want to.
  • A brief article on Alain de Botton’s argument that secularism can use aspects of religion. The TED Talk’s worth a watch.




  • Are we sacrificing the opportunity to be hedonistic because of the Internet? This guy thinks we might be. Maybe. But, fuck it, just do both.


  • Some books are banned for obvious reasons—The Satanic Verses, Lolita, et al. So here’s a list of books banned for reasons not that obvious.


  • OK, so you have ideas all the time. They could be genius or outrageously bad. The trick is to filter the epiphanically (is that even a word?) good from the lame. Jonah Lehrer explains.







  • Once again, the government, the media and Victorian Police have overreacted on Invasion Day. I can’t be bothered linking to any articles mentioning her but Margaret Court sucks.
[Aside: Season 6 Episode 3 of 30 Rock is fucking hilarious. The return of Devon Banks (Jack: ‘You can watch me shower but no touching.’ Devon: ‘No touching. That only makes it hotter’.)]


  • Henry Miller and Anais Nin have a chat about dreams and whatnot, discussing the importance of recording your dreams. Apparently, Miller taught himself to wake up out of a dream just to write it down. Sounds like a lot of effort.


  • The Art of Fielding by Chad Harbach is a 2011 release I’ve wanted to read since it came out. A novel about baseball. Winning! This review in The Guardian only makes me want to read it more.





  • Are 3-D films about to grow up? Michael Cieply thinks so. It could make The Great Gatsby Baz Luhrmann’s crowning achievement.


  • So, I was watching SNL last night. The episode from 1996 when Jim Carrey hosted, in his Ace Ventura-Mask prime years. And I lost my shit when I saw this sketch.




  • Was Heath Ledger actually possessed by a demon during The Dark Knight? Bob Larson thinks so. Here’s an interview with some guy from Movie Web, who needs to spell check before posting.


  • Over at Killings, Sukhmani Khorana states her case for the ‘burden of representation’ on Australian television. It’s interesting and informative but references, ahem, Masterchef and, ahem *vomit* ahem, The Slap.


  • Mark O’Connell writes a piece at The New Yawker about the expiry of James Joyce’s copyright. Basically echoing the sentiments of UbuWeb’s tweet: “Fuck you Stephen Joyce. EU copyright on James Joyce’s works ends at midnight.” Suck it, Stephen.


  • This video—by Sean Ohlenkamp and his lady—is a lesson in maximum effort/minimal reward. But, hey, I enjoyed watching it. It’s cute. I wish I had that many books (I have 286. I counted just before).


  • I can relate to Jonathan Gourlay in this article on what happens when you stop reading. Like him, I play Skyrim but Eve—that dole bludger!—pulls me out of it. I also watch too many TV shows online, like New Girl (I love New Girl. I love Zooey Deschanel. I want a girl exactly like her; preferably her. Mmm.) 30 Rock has been known to consume me.


  • My good friend, J.L., had this idea maybe two years ago when he was writing a novel. Sell the book with a CD to be played whilst reading. Brilliant! I like listening to music when I read but it’s hard finding something to fit the mood (Cormac McCarthy+Steve Von Till works; Charles Bukowski+Tom Waits is an obvious choice). Sharon Steel, over at The Millions, shows that this idea might not be too far away from mass fruition.


  • Miss (Ms? Mrs?) Alison Flood writes how the Nobel Prize committee rejected the idea of J.R.R. Tolkien being considered for the prestigious prize, on account of his ‘second-rate prose’. I suppose inventing a genre doesn’t get you much esteem anymore. Sorry, Cormac. I know you probably won’t hold your breath for a call from the Swedish academy, but here’s a head’s up, just in case.


I just started reading The Monthly, a Melbourne-based publication. I’m a little hooked. The fiction was succinct and well written (Cate Kennedy, Nicholas Shakespeare, et al), the articles were informative and relevant, and Peter Robb’s piece on scholarship—the occupation, not the free money—is insightful. It’s only 10 bucks, so look out for it.



I can’t quite remember how I got on to this—some RSS feed of mine led me to it—but I did and it made me cackle. Like proper cackle. Apparently, this list of best and worst similes was created as part of a competition for the Washington Post. Then some of the others were penned by high schoolers from somewhere. Either way, I’m stoked they did it.

I’ve re-blogged this in its entirety from House of Figs (check her out; she has much to say), just to save y’all from having to click on a link. She re-blogged it from a site that’s not up anymore, so she gets the mad props.

Make sure your bladder is empty if you plan on reading all 56 (by the way, I hate that number and Joe DiMaggio).


  1. Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the center.
  2. He was as tall as a 6′3″ tree.
  3. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
  4. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30. Read the rest of this entry »
  • A piece on feminism from Overland by Aurelien Mondon. It has insights into the gender equality problems in workplaces. Then read Sian Campbell’s funnier piece on feminism in Daria, from KYD.








  • From the man who brought you Go the Fuck to Sleep, comes a new children’s classic, It’s Just a Plant. Who knew cannabis could be revealed to kids in such a way!


  • I once started reading The Name of the Rose but bailed. It was so dense. But Umberto Eco is a genius and this article is worth a read.


  • Riding that line between what’s right and wrong? Afraid of your doppelgänger? Fear not, it’s all part of being human, as Alison Milbank writes.





The Red Sox just released that a verbal agreement has been reached with Bobby V to be their manager. No contract yet but, hell, we have a fucking manager! Owww! Time to resign Ortiz and deal with right field.




  • Zack De La Rocha, channeling his innate political self, uses his innate artistic self to pen this for OWS.




  • It’s currently relevant. Here’s a OWS polemic from Rolling Stone by Matt Taibbi.






  • Did you know street lights were just another invention of the establishment, intended to control the masses at night? Tim Blanning reviews, at length, Craig Koslofsky’s Evening’s Empire: a history of the night in early modern Europe, and delves a little further into how illumination changed society.
  • Find some hand written notes from Johnny Cash here.
  • Read an essay by Ben Hamilton on John and Dan Fante over at The Millions. I haven’t read John Fante yet—’…the smell of gasoline made the sight of the palm trees seem sad’ (!)—this needs to change. Now.
  • Did Robert Johnson sell his soul to the Devil to play that guitar real good? Maybe.





  • short interview over at Grantland with Joseph Gordon-Levitt because he’s a cool guy.



Stuff that’s tickle my fancy lately:


  • James Franco is too legit to quit, now that he’s been published in The Paris Review. Watch the video about River Phoenix, cut from Gus Van Sant’s My Own Private Idaho, then read his words.


That’s all for now.


  • BookLamp is an awesomely informative site that analyses a book’s DNA, making recommendations accordingly—although, the database is still growing and some authors/books are missing, like Bukowski.



  • Chad Lavin sheds some light on why there’s really no point in chastising vegos or vegans.


Shout out to my newborn niece, Freya. She’s amazing.




  • A brief review of (the first three episodes of) Chris Lilley’s latest series, Angry Boys.
  • Ever thought of creating a list of literature for the budding misogynist? Esquire have. Wankers.
  • And here’s a reply to aforementioned misogynistic book list. Brilliant.
  • Did you think we only use 10% of our brain’s total capacity? You’re wrong, and here are some other bogus brain facts.
  • Is the book dead? (HA!)
  • Chronic Confabulation and Art: how creative types are just downright rotten liars!
  • The Brontë sisters and Branwell (their brother whom I’ve never heard of) were juvenile sci-fi enthusiasts! Care for a trip to Gondal or Angria?
  • The Oprah Effect and how it has changed the face of publishing…for a select few, of course.

Enjoy! Go Red Sox.


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