I went to the Brooklyn Public Library today with my wife for the second time. We looked for books on the history of New York to help her write her latest paper for school. There were some books that had won awards and some books that looked outdated. I was curious about all of the books, I wanted to have read all of them and know what the titles meant, but I didn’t want to actually read them. I mean I wanted to, if I had all the time in the world, but I wouldn’t make time to, because none of them were written in a way that resonated with me.
I finished American Gods today. Four days. I just had to know how it turned out. Not so much a page turner as just a book that really spoke to me and so I just pushed everything to the side to read it, like how I do when friends come to visit. Just wiped the desk clean, so to speak.
I had a beer on the way back from the library. A belgian trippel at a place named for a saint near Bergen Street. Yum. We are going out for burgers for dinner. And I have no money, but fuck it, I actually do have some money. I was going to pay bills with it but I’m sure this is more important. Fuck bills.
I was thinking today that I have to stop identifying myself as a waiter/server/bartender. I have to allow that shit to fade out. I don’t want to pick up the mantle of professional dealer with manic old men who write books, but at least that would be a step in the right direction.
I am an artist!
That’s some good thinking. Some philosophical dude said “I think therefore I am” so you should identify yourself as an artist.
Thanks, man
You started with the best Neil Gaiman novel, but Anansi boys is a close second in my opinion. Wind up bird, american gods…you are working through some of my favourite books these days! Have you read Imajica by Clive Barker? Everyone should read that masterpiece.
Of course you are an artist. A mere bartender couldn’t come up with your stories with such style.
I will check Anansi Boys out, and Imajica, which I’ve never heard of, what’s that about? And thanks 🙂
Imajica is a fantasy novel, regarding the domions, of which there are five, we inhabiting the fifth. We are severed from the other dominions and maestros have tried to history and failed to reconcile us with the others… The story revolves around themes of obsession, passion and intense confusion, including the ongoings of a secret society in london, and its aim to clense our world of magic. Maybe that sounds a bit uninviting to you but what happens and the ferocity and skill with which it is written cannot be matched by any other I have read.
Sounds amazing. I will be on the look out for it. My book guy just gave me two Philip Roth novels – Portnoy’s Complaint and The Ghostwriter. Ever read him?
It really is. I make all my friends read Imajica….or y’know people i get chatting to at the bus stop… Roth? Nope never read him…let me know if its worth a peruse 🙂
Hello artist. I’m an adventurer. Sometimes with words, sometimes with action, and sometimes while staring absently out the nearest window while lounging on a couch.
Hail and well met, Adventurer!