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rsadelleI read Zadie Smith's "Dead Man Laughing" in this week's New Yorker. I was reading, and I thought, "I should post that quote to LJ." And then I kept thinking that again and again and then it made me cry unexpectedly, and so now I'm recommending the whole article. Also, I would never have read the article if I hadn't seen a blurb about it somewhere else (possibly Jezebel), so maybe this will encourage one of you to read it.
In case you're interested, the bit I was originally going to quote: "Up there I saw my brother, who is not eight, as I forever expect him to be, but thirty, and who appeared completely relaxed, as if born with mike in hand."
While you're visiting The New Yorker, you might also check out Nancy Franklin's entertaining review of Elvis Costello and William Shatner's respective talk shows.
In case you're interested, the bit I was originally going to quote: "Up there I saw my brother, who is not eight, as I forever expect him to be, but thirty, and who appeared completely relaxed, as if born with mike in hand."
While you're visiting The New Yorker, you might also check out Nancy Franklin's entertaining review of Elvis Costello and William Shatner's respective talk shows.