Hi, guys! Lydia here, known various places as Gleemonex (on ) or P. Fossil (boards & whatnot). I'm 35, married, and have a 20-month-old daughter. I'm a web editor and company blogger by day, unstoppable reader in general. I've been a DFW fan since I stumbled across A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again, sometime in ... 1997? Anyway, it was while I worked at a bookstore in grad school. I've given that book as a gift to all of the readers in my life -- some more than once, probably -- and it's one of those books that just stays with me, always somewhere in my thoughts (in the best possible way). During the Olympics, I was going to write a post on the inanity of athlete interviews ("How great was it to win gold, Michael?"), and use excerpts from the Michael Joyce essay to back my argument that maybe we don't need to interview these people at all, considering that they've spent their lives developing one gift and we don't really need to see their lack in other areas (like insightful on-camera interviews), but I got distracted by reading the titular essay, then flipped to the David Lynch piece, then the one on the state fair ... and etc. etc. etc. I never did write the post.
As for IJ, I'm one of three people I know IRL who have actually read the whole thing; it's the strangest and best book I never wanted to read again. Eleven years since the fine, unemployed summer I devoured it, and phrases, passages, images, whole chapters are lodged permanently in my brain -- some so vile I wish I could forget them, some so funny they make me laugh randomly in the supermarket or on the street, and many so brilliant they just humble me, as a person, a reader, a would-be writer. So ... here I am, not much of a joiner, but doing this because it seems like the right time to do it and the right bunch of people to do it with.
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