On to the next one!

I’m reading You Can’t Go Home Again by Thomas Wolfe, ©1940, and I’m at that horrible point where I’m not really enjoying it anymore, but I’ve invested so much time I hate to walk away without finishing it.

He writes beautifully.  The problem is that he hates everybody.

I’m 165 pages in to a 744 page novel, and so far he’s expressed specific disdain for Negroes, Italians, Irish, Jews, and Orientals. He doesn’t like people from small towns, nor people from big cities; he doesn’t like the working class, nor the leisure class; he doesn’t like evil people, nor the pious. He doesn’t mind women, per se,  but finds them frivolous.

Actually… I think I’ve just decided what I’m going to do.


  1. Will it be the old DROP KICK???

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    • I’m going to call around and see if I can rent a trebuchet. 😀


  2. I was gonna say…

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