What I've been up to

I have been avoiding you. I began writing a post last week after I watched The Hurt Locker, which turned into less of a commentary on the film and more of a paper on verisimilitude in the war movie genre. A sprawling, rambling thesis-less essay with references to Baudrillard and postmodern stuff that I don't even understand. And since I half-wrote that and never posted it, I have been avoiding writing anything else here, for god knows what reason.

I have been doing some work, however. Some good old fashioned Southern fried fiction, which is not exactly the same project that I began when I began this blog, but it's work, so shut up about it. Southern fic is also what I've been reading lately. I read Provinces of Night by William Gay, which is a nice little novel about not much at all but very well written, and A Feast of Snakes by Harry Crews which is the most brutal and disgusting thing I've ever read, and also probably my new favorite book ever. I mean, it's got racism, misogyny, animal cruelty, every kind of aberrant and abhorrent human behavior you can imagine, and it's only like 170 pages. I recommend that everybody read it. Or reads it. Is that subjunctive? I can't remember.

And I guess that's all I have to say right now.