W. Kandinsky: "There are no 'musts' in art." T.S. Eliot: "There is no freedom in art." Dostoievski character, after the ancient Middle East epigram: "Everything is permitted." (R-rated weblog. Since one has been advised there is no Literature anymore, or even literature, only writing, one proceeds on the premise that this weblog qualifies as not-meaningless, since it is, or appears to be, a form of "writing." Image: Banksy.)
Friday, January 11, 2008
I Hafta Tell Youz
Today's research comprised reading more of the non-fiction gambling book--turns out the author's wife is an aspiring screenwriter--and half of George Higgins gangsta novel At End of Day, which features remarkably authentic underworld dialogue, including roughshod syntax, much more effective than that of the other crime novel I was reading, The Last Coyote by one Michael Connelly.
Posted by Richard McNally at 12:37 AM
Labels: George Higgins
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