I knew bibliophiles were strange, but I hadn't realized we were quite this strange

[kestrell]

And yet, somehow, I can't find it in myself to deny that this sentence makes a weird kind of sense to me...

The aim of literature ... is the creation of a strange object covered with fur which breaks your heart.
Donald Barthelme

April 7, 1931: Postmodernist short story writer Donald Barthelme was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, 82 years ago today.
from GoodReads quote of the day

Comments

[rinue]

Barthelme is one of my favorite authors; if you haven't read his stuff, it's worth checking out. (I'm particularly fond of the short story "The Genius.") He had a brother who was not as good, though, so if you're looking him up at a library, make sure you get the right first name.

[kestrell]

Oo! I shall add his name to my list of recommended books. I've been caught by that very-slightly-different-name thing before, usually because of a different middle initial, so I will be wary.