Some comments & DFW ("The Name Game")

[Wiccasmile at aol.com]

Yowza!

Normally, I just lurk the livelong day away -- but Spencer's helpful curiosity
has brought this whole new aspect of dear Jane Grant to light.  From this
fragile angle, her missives are much more attractive.

>Ken Angry=Jane Grant.  This has gone from barely amusing to just stupid.

Kenneth Anger invented MTV, erotic car commercials, and fetish dressing while
getting to second base with a hottie, checking some urines, and salivating
wetly over Ken Kalfus' Thirst?  How magnificently drag-racy and turbocharged.

For my ducats, Jane is enticingly beautiful when dressed as Hecate...and I'd
trade my Lotion CDs in for the Posies if I weren't so busy listening to Skinny
Puppy.

David Foster Wallace, who has successfully buried the book on rap music that
he and a college "bud" cranked out years ago, got his Kate Gompert premise
from American Psycho.  The "Kerchiefed One" (love that)! always thought it was
hip that Bret Easton Ellis' freakazoid kills off a woman with the same name as
a Jay McInerney character. (I think the lead of Story of my Life but I could
be off.)

Brilliant moves like name-stealing appear to be mandatory in the big league of
mega-publishing and getting marketed.  Intertextuality, literary allusion, and
Slothrop666-ing prove that people are reading their peers and that alone is
becoming an anomaly in 1998.  DFW, even if he's no TRP by a long shot, has
made it into the top tier of young contemporary American white hip fiction
boys.  This is significant progress for a man who was once just a pothead
(cannabinoid-head)? with a big-screen TV in Syracuse, NY.

I've de-lurked and prattled enough, but Pynchon might really be Salinger for
all I know.

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