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Posted on April 8, 2013 by rustichello

I read Jonathan Franzen’s second book of essays last week and they are well worth the time, they’re erudite and thoughtful and engaging. I spent a lot of time reading the title essay, Farther Away, which is a meditation on … Continue reading →

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Time

Posted on February 22, 2012 by rustichello

Jorge Luis Borges, Alexander Solzhenitsyn, David Foster Wallace and Roberto Bolano walk into a bar. They order drinks and arrange their arses on stools. They begin to talk about time. Time, says Borges, you can’t beat time: it limits all … Continue reading →

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what you fear the most could meet you halfway

Posted on January 23, 2012 by rustichello

There’s a conversation that I find myself having with myself in all sorts of odd places (in a corridor, in the breakfast cereal bit of the supermarket, on the toilet, on the bench press, in the bus queue) about what … Continue reading →

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Reading Bolano’s 2666

Posted on January 2, 2012 by rustichello

As I wandered (not lonely as a cloud) through Nepal one of the heaviest luxuries in my kitbag was a copy of Roberto Bolano’s 2666. I read it through, and then I read quite a bit of it again since … Continue reading →

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i wanna be a dissident: reading Alexander Solzhenitsyn

Posted on October 1, 2011 by rustichello

Alexander Solzhenitsyn has been in my dreams a lot of late. I have read much and throughout this most mild of winters past I have fallen asleep with the gulag, the prison, Siberia and the steppe. There has been, I … Continue reading →

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it’s what you do with it

Posted on March 1, 2011 by rustichello

For much of the last decade I have been in denial about literature. I have elided almost all aspects of my history and education that might make clear I’m an English major. And there! I’ve said it. The denial of … Continue reading →

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myriad petty unsexy ways

Posted on January 5, 2011 by rustichello

I have recently read and reread David Foster Wallace’s lovely little book This Is Water, which was an occasional address to a Graduation event at Kenyon College in 2005.  It is a cracker, and while we are running a million miles … Continue reading →

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permissive selves?

Posted on December 13, 2010 by rustichello

There is so much we can find to amuse ourselves, joyful and giddy persons that we are, and it occurs to me that much of my own personal Rustichello-esque rage is related to how often I deny myself permission to … Continue reading →

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Freedom of Corrections?

Posted on October 26, 2010 by rustichello

There’s been a lot of conversation around Jonathan Franzen’s new novel Freedom. I haven’t read it, oddly enough I just can’t get that interested in big bourgeois novels at present thanks to a terrible overdose by means of Infinite Jest, … Continue reading →

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