'You said male British memoirists were hot. You said I'd be the next Keith Richards.'
‘Wrong. I said chick lit is where the money’s at.’
Thomas Wolfe tells us you can’t go home again, but if you’ve read the novel, you know that he’s talking about trying to go back and live in the place you come from. He doesn’t say anything about visiting.
You can go home again as long as you’re just swinging by to say ‘Hey.’
The 113th anniversary of Thomas Wolfe’s birthday was last Thursday, but the author lives on in America’s cultural memory thanks to the title of his 1940 novel, You Can’t Go Home Again. Unfortunately, the titular phrase seems to be taken at face value by many people these days, and that can lead to some groan-worthy invocations. A newly-minted Tumblr blog illustrates the point.
Personally, I wish more fairy tales ended with rocket dudes claiming space rocks for America
You’ve seen these horrible Amazon reviews, but did you know that the site actually compiles a running list of its own funniest reviews as well?
It’s always the same complaint: ‘Joe, you don’t have any of the essential items that every other trading post has. Why don’t you have saddles? Or gunpowder? Or basic tools?’ Because I have soy chorizo, that’s why! Because I have chocolate-covered peanut-butter-filled pretzels!
Fun Fact: British radio and television presenter Alan Partridge (a fictional character played by Steve Coogan) is referenced in not one, not two, but seven entries in the Oxford English Dictionary. Oh, you cheeky Brits.
I took maybe ten more speed pills and sat in a stall and wrote a new chapter of ‘Atlas Shrugged.’ Perhaps twenty-five thousand words, all on toilet paper.
Success in writing takes serious commitment and a willingness to devote thousands of hours to the craft of having sex with key publishing professionals.