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Archive for June 11th, 2011

fitzrovia notebook (i)

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The random collision of American undergraduates abroad with UK nondom locals at the, um, local. Seated together outside, nondoms buy the drinks and make fun of the males for having gay sex last night with each other while, as it were, the girls drunkenly cooked.

It is an extrapolation, a fiction…

The nondoms are in the import-export trade while the Americans are in shorts.

The boys take it. They are wearing sandles. They are not gay. They are confused by the morés of their new neighborhood, where they will live for the summer. Perhaps the girls are too, but they won’t show it.

Knowing looks all around.

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June 11, 2011 at 4:39 pm

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blogsourced metablogging

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Working a piece on “therapeutic culture” and blogging (and social media, etc etc). Making my way through, but just wondering if any of you have come across anything particularly interesting on this front?

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June 11, 2011 at 1:55 pm

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aggregation, nudely

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Just found, via the excellent Antonio Marcos Pereira’s FB page, this DeLillo story from 2009 which I’d somehow never before seen. Pleasing to see this story because it works to confirm two things that I’ve been thinking lately:

1) Whatever word, if he even has a word, he uses to describe it to himself, DeLillo’s work continues to be haunted by the spectre of what I call the aggregate…

2) …and, true to my construction above (“haunted by the… aggregate”), the aggregate isn’t so much a fictional technique as something that at once tempts and haunts fiction writers, just as it has done as long as “realism” has been the order of the day – basically since the rise of the novel in Europe.

Fiction confronts the aggregate, attempts to incorporate it, but in the end turns away into character and especially characters, the dyad or triad, the romance.

In the case of the DeLillo story here, it turns on a dime, tires screeching, barreling off Eleventh Avenue and on to the sidewalk, the dark alleyway, for an standing-up non-anonymous fuck between a husband and a wife, momentarily re-consularized as discrete subjects after all the rest.

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June 11, 2011 at 12:55 pm

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