Dirty French Novel

“That’s how we work. Whoever can do it best, does it.”

– Carl Newman, chief New Pornographer

I started David B.’s Epileptic a couple of nights ago. I’d certainly heard of it before, but Douglas Wolk’s Reading Comics has prompted me to seek out more of the Serious Lit comics out there. Not that I avoided them, but I usually get my books through the library, which often lags way behind comic shops in available titles, so I forget about great stuff before I can request it.

This is, so far, great stuff.

The best thing I’ve read on the web recently: Errol Morris’ three-part series [1, 2, 3] analyzing two photographs by Roger Fenton. Morris has a
rare talent for making obsession interesting.

In the process of updating Wordpress versions, I managed to completely hose my old blog.

I thought about trying to rescue the old content, then figured why not embrace the change? Dirty French Novel was almost moribund. I’d considered changing my style, but hadn’t gotten around to it. Data loss? Excuse!

That, or I’m lazy.

Things I’ll probably feature: short quotes, books I’m reading, what I’m watching, and whatever else I feel like featuring. But probably short. Because I’ve got shit to do, you know?