Someone else's words

I read.  I read a lot.  And now that I'm up at night somewhat more than usual, I'm reading more than ever, albeit sometimes a bit blearily.  Bleary or not, when I read I note the good bits, some of which I later copy out.  The result is my "quotes" file which, with the years, has gotten a bit bulky (220 pp., >1200 individual items at last count).  Shan't burden you with it here, but, since the purpose of this blog is to let you keep up with me and my thoughts, I will start sharing those quotes as I find them.  That's what the new text box to the right is for.

These first two quotes are from Hunter S. Thompson's first novel, The Rum Diary, which I finished last night.  It's not very good, not very good at all, but like all of his writing it's an easy read and it bears his distinctly desperate mark as clearly as any of his stuff.  I've read him for years, always searching for a book as tremendously entertaining as Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.  Always searching, never finding.  Few of even those who do write have more than one really good book in 'em, and since Hunter's gone now I don't suppose we'll ever see Fear and Loathing's like.

By the way, my quoting should not be construed as my endorsement:  I note things that strike me for whatever reason, and often because they strike me as wrong.  But each of these quotes can certainly be taken as something I'd be happy to think about more, and even talk about, should it strike you the same way.