“I believe that today more than ever a book should be sought after even if it has only one great page in it: we must search for fragments, splinters, toenails, anything that has ore in it, anything that is capable of resuscitating the body and soul. It may be that we are doomed, that there is no hope for us, any of us, but if that is so then let us set up a last agonizing, bloodcurdling howl, a screech of defiance, a war whoop! Away with lamentation! Away with elegies and dirges! Away with biographies and histories, and libraries and museums! Let the dead eat the dead. Let us living ones dance about the rim of the crater, a last expiring dance. But a dance!”
I read. I write. I spend all together too much time on the internet.
I talk incessantly about books, TV and movies.
I write for Hello Giggles and Huffington Post Books regularly, and tweet frequently as Bookoisseur.
By day, a mild-mannered assistant at My Damn Channel. By night, whatever I can think up.