Niklas' blog

Who could ever have thought a book where authors, poets, an editor and a director who have no special item to promote could ever be something precious?

Well, considering these people are, in order, Dorothy Parker, Truman Capote, Ernest Hemingway, T. S. Eliot, Saul Bellow, Jorge Luis Borges, Kurt Vonnegut, James M. Cain, Rebecca West, Elizabeth Bishop, Robert Stone, Robert Gottlieb, Richard Price, Billy Wilder, Jack Gilbert and Joan Didion, the die is kinda cast.

The subjects vary. And so do the tones of the people involved. While Parker and Capote kick off the book by being very funny and obliging, Hemingway and Eliot are much more serious, yet still cast a wholly different shadow on things, at least considering how Hemingway divulges no intimacies in his books while Capote could seemingly stab into any aspect of his writing.

I’ve never before come across such a great collection of inspiration and depth into the art of creating books, apart from sheer writing and living.

My faves: Parker, Capote, Hemingway, Borges, Vonnegut, Gottlieb, Wilder and Gilbert. Those are many, right? Says a lot.

Can’t wait to get into the second volume!

Here are some screen-shots of mine from this book. Oooh.

I’m enjoying Sunday in the sofa, reading with Mia.

We’ve just started a one-month trial subscription to a Swedish morning paper and as such, I’m suddenly partaking in the game that is the daily news, which is something I’ve skipped except through very filtered ways, i.e. RSS-feeds and Twitter, which are of course very pre-filtered by myself and limited to certain areas; I’m not trying to kid myself to thinking that this paper isn’t filtered in every way, from the political arena to who knows who in the editorial office, but it proffers me more than what I’m used to which is really a good thing; it’s lovely to sit and read the morning paper during the weekend with Mia, both of us sipping a cuppa.

Meanwhile, the Swedish TV-jumble that is “Glamorama“, is on TV. A marathon. Mia and I dive through the existence of three girls who have much money and no parlay. Anna Hibbs, one of the mains: “The TV-presenter said we’re ‘jet-set girls‘. How could he say that? I only travel by express train!”

I read of the US having left Iraq two weeks in advance of Obama’s promised deadline date, appx. seven years after Bush touted “MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!“. Now, Al-Qaeda and their likes have a much stronger fan-base in said country. There are up to a million killed in Iraq during the last seven years. It just makes me want to play Nelly Furtado’s “Promiscuous” as remixed by Holy Fuck, at obnoxious levels and forget about the entire, maddening thing. Bureaucrats making decisions that affect millions, not even having to push the button that launches the missiles.

Blixa sits comfortably numb on the back of our fat-screen TV, warming herself while definitely not watching what’s going on. Her eyes are even closed.

And the day has just started. Sunday at home. Mmm!

Having seen “Whip It” yesterday, a few memories came afloat. And this song that was featured in said film (albeit in another version).

Yep, I stole this pen!

I was a lot cuter when I was little. And I love the wallpaper.

To negate all of that negative Friday 13th nonsense.