"The River Where Blood Is Born" By Sandra Jackson-Opoku


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By Nate on Wednesday, November 17, 1999 - 03:51 pm:

    i'm actually reading right now, but i'm really enjoying it.

    it's kind of like being really high and eating carmels. you chew and chew and it's good and good and you just don't ever get sick of it.


By Cyst on Wednesday, November 17, 1999 - 03:58 pm:

    what's it about?


By Cyst on Wednesday, November 17, 1999 - 04:07 pm:

    as soon as I get through the last quarter of the book I've been reading for a month now, I'm going to start "the ghost writer" by philip roth. a couple days ago a friend sent me this recommendation:

    you're the only girl i think i would say this to: you should read philip roth. i think you might really like him. a lot of people find him contemptible, and even those who appreciate his mastery chicken out. if you're writing a lot, you might really like him. "deception" and "the counterlife," especially. "sabbath's theater" is his true masterpiece. also, "my life as a man," "zuckerman bound," and "portnoy's complaint," of course. [...] i'm glad [...] i had the time to read all his books.

    the new york times critic seems to have liked it. "But an older, mature Roth is in command of the narrative here -- a Roth who knows when to curb his deadly tongue for parody ... who senses when to be ironic and when to let pathos speak for itself -- and that makes all the difference." -- christopher lehmann-haupt





By Nate on Wednesday, November 17, 1999 - 04:25 pm:

    it is apparently about 9 generations of women, starting in a village near the gold coast of africa in the 1700's.

    i am really enjoying the way it is written. the stories are told alternately by an immortal spider and the gatekeeper to the land of the Queen Mother, who are competeing to give the best rendering of the lives of 9 women.

    it looks like Krikus reviews didn't really like it. fuck them. i'm enjoying it.


By Droopy on Wednesday, November 17, 1999 - 04:28 pm:

    i read either zuckerman bound or unbound when i was in high school, i think. sometime a long time ago. it was the one with the girl who thought she was ann frank and the old eccentric writer whose wife was "like living with tolstoy." i had gotten on some kind of jewish authors kick (as is natural for a teenage irish-catholic boy) after reading saul bellow's "herzog." go figure.

    i just remember being impressed by, but not actually enjoying, philip roth. your mileage may vary.

    i think i read a roth short-story once, too. "eli the fanatic."


By Cyst on Wednesday, November 17, 1999 - 04:43 pm:

    I read a book by saul bellow once.

    I think it was the one where:

    the main character, a novelist, had an ex-wife who called his new girlfriend "renata fat tits."

    renata, who was about thirty years younger than the writer, wanted the writer to marry her. she was also dating a morgue heir, who made much more money but was not as good a date for dinner parties ("and what do you do?").

    the french government gives him some sort of award for his work, and at some point in the novel a french guy tells him it's the same award they gave to the people who designed a new public garbage can ("poubelle").

    renata tells the writer that she can keep getting his dick up until he's in his 70s. he remembers a time when she cooked dinner for him nude and thinks she would have been right.

    there's a scene in a new york old man bathhouse, and the toilets are really gross.

    that's all I remember. maybe it wasn't even saul bellow.


By Patrick on Wednesday, November 17, 1999 - 05:45 pm:

    kirkus never gives us good press either. Pub Weekly likes our stuff though.

    nico often cooks for me in the nude.

    she could keep me hard until i ......aaaAAAAAAAHHHH

    there is a resturaunt here in hollywood called La Poubelle.....


By Hayden on Tuesday, November 23, 1999 - 04:56 pm:

    I just finished <I>Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil</I>.