<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869</id><updated>2011-10-03T12:52:54.318-05:00</updated><category term='1899'/><category term='lady chatterley'/><category term='Zadie Smith'/><category term='this book will save your life'/><category term='2009'/><category term='Sarah Vowell'/><category term='J.D. 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Darky goes to East Germany to find the Schwa during the time period when the Berlin Wall comes down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always Paul Beatty is humerous and hip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-9050911568209305604?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/9050911568209305604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=9050911568209305604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/9050911568209305604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/9050911568209305604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2009/04/slumberland.html' title='slumberland'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-1071148455126484700</id><published>2008-08-25T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:00:47.066-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2005'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Vowell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assasination Vacation'/><title type='text'>assasination vacation</title><content type='html'>assasination vacation by sarah vowell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Vowell gives a modern ramble about her  visits to the sites connected with the assassinations of Lincoln, Garfield and McKinley. Not a bad way to catch up on your history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-1071148455126484700?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1071148455126484700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=1071148455126484700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/1071148455126484700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/1071148455126484700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2008/08/assasination-vacation.html' title='assasination vacation'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-5844372106162578448</id><published>2008-05-11T22:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:36:28.748-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joseph conrad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the heart of darkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1899'/><title type='text'>the heart of darkness</title><content type='html'>the heart of darkness by joseph conrad published in 1899.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is progression out of the darkness to face the darkness which begs the question where is the light?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-5844372106162578448?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5844372106162578448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=5844372106162578448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/5844372106162578448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/5844372106162578448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2008/05/heart-of-darkness.html' title='the heart of darkness'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-5248433299793731085</id><published>2008-04-11T21:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:19:36.382-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anton checkhov'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='russian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='19th century'/><title type='text'>the portable checkhov</title><content type='html'>the portable checkhov by anton checkhov. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like russian literature&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-5248433299793731085?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-784656387936777541</id><published>2008-03-11T23:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:20:18.282-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='d.h. lawrence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady chatterley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1928'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>lady chatterley's lover</title><content type='html'>lady chatterley’s lover by D.H. Lawrence published 1928.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently scandalous in its sexually explicit overtones, this novel's true outrageousness is it's heroine's rejection of aristocracy in preference of a sensual earthly grounding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-784656387936777541?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/784656387936777541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=784656387936777541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/784656387936777541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/784656387936777541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2008/05/lady-chatterlyes-lover.html' title='lady chatterley&apos;s lover'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-5335272181187653692</id><published>2008-02-24T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:21:38.466-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the savage detectives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roberto bolano'/><title type='text'>the savage detectives</title><content type='html'>the savage detectives by roberto bolano published 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Chillean novel starts out as a novel and turns into a road diary more reminiscent of Kerouac's On the Road than Gabrial Garcia Marquez's writings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-5335272181187653692?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5335272181187653692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=5335272181187653692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/5335272181187653692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/5335272181187653692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2008/05/savage-detectives.html' title='the savage detectives'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-787339045598197362</id><published>2008-01-06T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T09:56:43.504-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the overcoat and other short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nikolai gogol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1800s'/><title type='text'>the overcoat and other short stories</title><content type='html'>the overcoat and other short stories by Nikolai Vasilevich Gogol in the 19th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th century Russia Literature like Gogol's stories turn seemingly mundane details of everyday life into universal truths that resonate true today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-787339045598197362?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/787339045598197362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=787339045598197362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/787339045598197362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/787339045598197362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2008/01/overcoat-and-other-short-stories.html' title='the overcoat and other short stories'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-8013753828968768246</id><published>2007-12-30T22:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T09:46:23.276-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the master and the margarita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1930s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mikhail bulgakov'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='russian'/><title type='text'>the master and the margarita</title><content type='html'>the master and the margarta by Mikhail Bulgakov written in the 1930s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautifully written go-around of of good and evil written as a political protest novel. Mary Clark provides an excellent synopsis posted on GoodReads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Surely no stranger work exists in the annals of protest literature than The Master and Margarita. Written during the Soviet crackdown of the 1930s, when Mikhail Bulgakov's works were effectively banned, it wraps its anti-Stalinist message in a complex allegory of good and evil. Or would that be the other way around? The book's chief character is Satan, who appears in the guise of a foreigner and self-proclaimed black magician named Woland. Accompanied by a talking black tomcat and a "translator" wearing a jockey's cap and cracked pince-nez, Woland wreaks havoc throughout literary Moscow. First he predicts that the head of noted editor Berlioz will be cut off; when it is, he appropriates Berlioz's apartment. (A puzzled relative receives the following telegram: "Have just been run over by streetcar at Patriarch's Ponds funeral Friday three afternoon come Berlioz.") Woland and his minions transport one bureaucrat to Yalta, make another one disappear entirely except for his suit, and frighten several others so badly that they end up in a psychiatric hospital. In fact, it seems half of Moscow shows up in the bin, demanding to be placed in a locked cell for protection. &lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, a few doors down in the hospital lives the true object of Woland's visit: the author of an unpublished novel about Pontius Pilate. This Master--as he calls himself--has been driven mad by rejection, broken not only by editors' harsh criticism of his novel but, Bulgakov suggests, by political persecution as well. Yet Pilate's story becomes a kind of parallel narrative, appearing in different forms throughout Bulgakov's novel: as a manuscript read by the Master's indefatigable love, Margarita, as a scene dreamed by the poet--and fellow lunatic--Ivan Homeless, and even as a story told by Woland himself. Since we see this narrative from so many different points of view, who is truly its author? Given that the Master's novel and this one end the same way, are they in fact the same book? These are only a few of the many questions Bulgakov provokes, in a novel that reads like a set of infinitely nested Russian dolls: inside one narrative there is another, and then another, and yet another. His devil is not only entertaining, he is necessary: "What would your good be doing if there were no evil, and what would the earth look like if shadows disappeared from it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsurprisingly--in view of its frequent, scarcely disguised references to interrogation and terror--Bulgakov's masterwork was not published until 1967, almost three decades after his death. Yet one wonders if the world was really ready for this book in the late 1930s, if, indeed, we are ready for it now. Shocking, touching, and scathingly funny, it is a novel like no other. Woland may reattach heads or produce 10-ruble notes from the air, but Bulgakov proves the true magician here. The Master and Margarita is a different book each time it is opened." --Mary Park&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-8013753828968768246?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8013753828968768246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=8013753828968768246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/8013753828968768246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/8013753828968768246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2007/12/master-and-margarita.html' title='the master and the margarita'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-8638628763374711525</id><published>2007-12-30T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T22:06:24.703-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1968'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='german'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siegfried lenz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the german lesson'/><title type='text'>the german lesson</title><content type='html'>the german lesson by siegfried lenz published 1968.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you didn't have a troubled youth?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-8638628763374711525?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8638628763374711525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=8638628763374711525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/8638628763374711525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/8638628763374711525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2007/12/german-lesson.html' title='the german lesson'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-7019952479658041027</id><published>2007-12-30T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T22:02:31.185-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Day in the Life Ivan Denisovich: A Novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1920s'/><title type='text'>One Day in the Life Ivan Denisovich: A Novel</title><content type='html'>One Day in the Life Ivan Denisovich: A Novel by Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I should hoard my food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-7019952479658041027?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7019952479658041027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=7019952479658041027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/7019952479658041027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/7019952479658041027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-day-in-life-ivan-denisovich-novel.html' title='One Day in the Life Ivan Denisovich: A Novel'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-3638816817246878668</id><published>2007-11-17T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T21:57:18.477-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the stranger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Algerian-French'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1946'/><title type='text'>the stranger</title><content type='html'>the stranger by albert camus written in 1946.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stranger is close to the heart, not an arab on the beach, as the narrator is distanced from himself . nothing is nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-3638816817246878668?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3638816817246878668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=3638816817246878668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/3638816817246878668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/3638816817246878668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2007/11/stranger.html' title='the stranger'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-5450371060947300329</id><published>2007-11-10T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T21:39:03.815-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nikolai gogol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='russian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='19th century'/><title type='text'>dead souls</title><content type='html'>dead souls by nikolai gogol written in the 19th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead Souls is an unfinished lifetime work of Gogol. The first volume flows well and the later volume leaves you wondering where Gogol is going with it all, however Gogol's character sketches are insightful and still relevent today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-5450371060947300329?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5450371060947300329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=5450371060947300329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/5450371060947300329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/5450371060947300329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2007/11/dead-souls.html' title='dead souls'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-7218705854995280432</id><published>2007-09-30T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:08.628-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rick moody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden state'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1992'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>garden state</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RwRJmJWponI/AAAAAAAAACE/GfeUnF9Vq8c/s1600-h/IMG_2745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RwRJmJWponI/AAAAAAAAACE/GfeUnF9Vq8c/s320/IMG_2745.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117295996294505074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;garden state by rick moody published 1992.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all know jersey is hell; do we need yet another failure story from you 20-somethings?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-7218705854995280432?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7218705854995280432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=7218705854995280432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/7218705854995280432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/7218705854995280432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2007/09/garden-state.html' title='garden state'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RwRJmJWponI/AAAAAAAAACE/GfeUnF9Vq8c/s72-c/IMG_2745.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-5854574386319437884</id><published>2007-09-21T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:08.786-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2000'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogrun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arthur Nersesian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>dogrun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RwRLXZWpooI/AAAAAAAAACM/xZkLm5PrDBE/s1600-h/EUR+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RwRLXZWpooI/AAAAAAAAACM/xZkLm5PrDBE/s320/EUR+040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117297941914690178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dogrun by arthur nersesian published 2000. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See where being alternative will get you? A temp job and a dead boyfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-5854574386319437884?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5854574386319437884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=5854574386319437884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/5854574386319437884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/5854574386319437884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2007/10/dogrun.html' title='dogrun'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RwRLXZWpooI/AAAAAAAAACM/xZkLm5PrDBE/s72-c/EUR+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-8551718706197090598</id><published>2007-09-14T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T20:54:06.143-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white noise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1985'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don delillo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>white noise</title><content type='html'>white noise by don delillo published 1985. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, this is a funny satire on the nuclear family. believable not so much. insightful maybe. cliche i am sure, maybe not so bad at the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-8551718706197090598?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8551718706197090598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=8551718706197090598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/8551718706197090598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/8551718706197090598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2007/10/white-noise.html' title='white noise'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-3363851064126717804</id><published>2007-08-16T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:09.146-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2006'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gary shteyngart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABSURDISTAN'/><title type='text'>absurdistan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RwRL75WpopI/AAAAAAAAACU/7uNEgL745wg/s1600-h/EUR+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RwRL75WpopI/AAAAAAAAACU/7uNEgL745wg/s320/EUR+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117298568979915410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absurdistan by gary shteyngart published 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having read "The Russian Debutante's Handbook", it is evident Shteyngart is working hard his Russian emigrant theme however his theme (himself?!) is still humorous and worth a read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-3363851064126717804?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3363851064126717804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=3363851064126717804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/3363851064126717804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/3363851064126717804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2007/08/absurdistan.html' title='absurdistan'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RwRL75WpopI/AAAAAAAAACU/7uNEgL745wg/s72-c/EUR+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-6856598374200772930</id><published>2007-06-30T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T18:37:49.589-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robertson davies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1970'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the fifth business'/><title type='text'>the fifth business</title><content type='html'>the fifth business by robertson davies published in 1970.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anal-retentive? Well... Dunstable grew up in a small Canadian town in the early 1900s with stiff Scottish presbytian parents. In the pivotal moment, Dunstable will live with the guilt of his eight-yr-old slyness after dodging a snowball thrown by his best friend and arch nemesis, Percy Boyd Staunton . The rock-laden snowball hits the Baptist minister's wife instead, inducing labor to a pre-mature Paul who survives because of the iron will of Dunstable's Scottish mother's. The Baptist minister's wife is left simple and Dunstanble to care for her for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a winding hagiological path, Dunstan is reunited with Paul for whom he writes his autobiography "Magnus Eisengrim..." And Dunstan incidentally reunites the snowball with the owner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the gigantic woman make you hero, villain, rival or lover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-6856598374200772930?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6856598374200772930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=6856598374200772930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/6856598374200772930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/6856598374200772930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2007/06/fifth-business.html' title='the fifth business'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-7775182456366109867</id><published>2007-05-23T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T17:17:37.237-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2006'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A. M. Homes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this book will save your life'/><title type='text'>this book will save your life</title><content type='html'>this book will save your life by A. M. Homes published in 2006. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks to have to do all those good deeds. Like buying the crying lady, whom he met in the produce aisle, a super beetle; like buying the donut guys another donut shop after offering him up the bentley for joy riding; etc etc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-7775182456366109867?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7775182456366109867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=7775182456366109867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/7775182456366109867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/7775182456366109867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-book-will-save-your-life.html' title='this book will save your life'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-3985405783606965988</id><published>2007-04-30T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T21:05:49.325-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1970'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erich segal'/><title type='text'>love story</title><content type='html'>love story by erich segal published 1970. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a love story- what else can i say? oh, it was first published in the ladies home journal. (i still thought it was romantic - preppie!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-3985405783606965988?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3985405783606965988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=3985405783606965988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/3985405783606965988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/3985405783606965988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2007/04/love-story.html' title='love story'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-8087384631534063488</id><published>2007-04-10T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T21:03:55.199-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the trial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='albert camus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1937'/><title type='text'>the trial</title><content type='html'>the trial by albert camus published 1937.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you are guilty too, just don't be a pompous ass about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-8087384631534063488?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8087384631534063488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=8087384631534063488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/8087384631534063488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/8087384631534063488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2007/05/trial.html' title='the trial'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-7506413891555972967</id><published>2007-03-17T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T11:28:59.366-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gary shteyngart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the russian debutante&apos;s handbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2002'/><title type='text'>the russian debutante's handbook</title><content type='html'>the russian debutante's handbook by gary shteyngart published in 2002.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eastern Europeans and liberals are fodder for Shteyngart's forray into the Russian Mafia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-7506413891555972967?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7506413891555972967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=7506413891555972967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/7506413891555972967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/7506413891555972967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2007/03/russian-debutantes-handbook.html' title='the russian debutante&apos;s handbook'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-5026235329690127932</id><published>2007-03-12T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:09.339-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ashley warlick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1996'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the distance from the heart of things'/><title type='text'>the distance from the heart of things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RgXHkWMoBTI/AAAAAAAAABg/_4PUOrm6kH8/s1600-h/IMG_2386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RgXHkWMoBTI/AAAAAAAAABg/_4PUOrm6kH8/s320/IMG_2386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045658384786261298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the distance from the heart of things by Ashley Warlick published in 1996.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet thoughtful coming-of-age first novel by Ashley Warlick. I prefer a more narrative style, but Warlick carries through with her Southern retrospective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-5026235329690127932?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5026235329690127932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=5026235329690127932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/5026235329690127932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/5026235329690127932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2007/03/distance-from-heart-of-things.html' title='the distance from the heart of things'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RgXHkWMoBTI/AAAAAAAAABg/_4PUOrm6kH8/s72-c/IMG_2386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-6260894974001650722</id><published>2007-03-05T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T19:52:18.457-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1983'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='denis johnson'/><title type='text'>angels</title><content type='html'>angels by denis johnson published 1983.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angels is a plain language and pedestrian story with gratuitous violence, the rambling 'already dead: a california gothic' is a much better read. &lt;br /&gt;After leaving her husband for good reasons,  a mother fleeing on a greyhound joins paths with an alcoholic ex-navy petty thief who takes her to party in Pittsburg. She and her two babies follow him to Chicago after he splits having burned through his money and his fingers. After arriving at the Chicago bus station without any resources, the mother toting the two babies is taken in by a random hoodlum who proceeds to drug and gang rape her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-6260894974001650722?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6260894974001650722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=6260894974001650722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/6260894974001650722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/6260894974001650722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2007/03/angels.html' title='angels'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-4723022882885546629</id><published>2007-02-18T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:09.483-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the plague'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Algerian-French'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='albert camus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1946'/><title type='text'>the plague</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RgXH9GMoBUI/AAAAAAAAABo/F4dYuczmj1g/s1600-h/IMG_2485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RgXH9GMoBUI/AAAAAAAAABo/F4dYuczmj1g/s320/IMG_2485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045658809988023618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the plague by Albert Camus published 1946. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insightful character sketches of citizens in a town called Oran beleaguered by the plague. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the early days when they thought this epidemic much like other epidemics, religion held its ground. But once these people realized their instant peril, they gave their thoughts to pleasure. And all their hideous fears that stamp their face in the daytime are transformed in the fiery dusty nightfall into a sort of hectic exaltation, an unkempt freedom fevering their blood". - Tarrou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Paneloux is a man of learning,  a scholar. He hasn't come in contact with death; that's why he can speak with such assurance of the truth with a capital T.  But every country priest who visits his parishoners and has heard a man gasping for breath on his deathbed thinks as I do. He'd try to relieve human suffering before trying to point out its excellence" - Rieux&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-4723022882885546629?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4723022882885546629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=4723022882885546629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/4723022882885546629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/4723022882885546629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2007/02/plague.html' title='the plague'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RgXH9GMoBUI/AAAAAAAAABo/F4dYuczmj1g/s72-c/IMG_2485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-7865381176954334947</id><published>2007-02-15T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T23:14:10.247-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1848'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fyodor Dostoevsky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='russian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white nights'/><title type='text'>white nights</title><content type='html'>white nights by Fyodor Dostoevsky published in 1848. Typical romance story. Girl and boy meet. Fall in love. Have crisis. Crisis resolved. Live happily ever after. And at the brink of happiness this exceptionally lyrical Doestoevsky novellette kicks the protagonist to the curb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-7865381176954334947?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7865381176954334947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=7865381176954334947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/7865381176954334947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/7865381176954334947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2007/02/white-nights.html' title='white nights'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-1549330080137411115</id><published>2007-02-03T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:09.702-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the towers of trezibond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rose macaulay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1956'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>the towers of trezibond</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RdTZc_TWdKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WbrqU4Bzeto/s1600-h/06cali+-+06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RdTZc_TWdKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WbrqU4Bzeto/s320/06cali+-+06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031885775731848354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the towers of trezibond by  Rose Macaulay published in 1956. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, typically British. If I was in turkey, it probably would be much more interesting as the novel is an introspective religious travel log framed around "Aunt Dot". Aunt Dot was a feminist before her time, hoping to empower the women hidden behind the burka. Traveling to exotic destinations on a white Arabian camel, Aunt Dot and her companions create a stir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The fact was that Father Chantry-Pigg would not really have liked the Byzantines much had he encountered them, though he would have preferred them to Turks and other Moslems. He was not actually a sympathetic clergyman, and, had he been with his ancestor for the great attack on Constantinople in 1203, he would have been amongs those who, brandishing the cross above their heads, massacred and pillaged and looted in the name of Latin Christendom, helping to put to flame the great libraries whose loss he now deplored. He was better at condemning than at loving; aunt Dot used to wonder what Christ would have said to him."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-1549330080137411115?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1549330080137411115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=1549330080137411115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/1549330080137411115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/1549330080137411115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2007/02/towers-of-trezibond.html' title='the towers of trezibond'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RdTZc_TWdKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WbrqU4Bzeto/s72-c/06cali+-+06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-4066788293092113554</id><published>2007-01-28T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:09.854-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1992'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rthur Nersesian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Fuck Up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>The Fuck Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RdTZu_TWdLI/AAAAAAAAABI/aDwNX66PJvk/s1600-h/06cali+-+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RdTZu_TWdLI/AAAAAAAAABI/aDwNX66PJvk/s320/06cali+-+11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031886084969493682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fuck Up by Arthur Nersesian published 1992.  The tenous exisistence of the narrator spirals downward after his best friend Helmesely, who was his mentor and lifeline, throws himself off the Brooklyn Bridge. Helmesely was brutalized and dumped violently by his first love Angela - leaving the narrator absolutely alone to richochet violently around nyc, working it as best as his 20yr-old self can work it, but ultimately falling rock bottom. The journey comes full circle when the woman who destroyed his lifeline becomes his last chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-4066788293092113554?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4066788293092113554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=4066788293092113554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/4066788293092113554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/4066788293092113554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2007/01/fuck-up.html' title='The Fuck Up'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RdTZu_TWdLI/AAAAAAAAABI/aDwNX66PJvk/s72-c/06cali+-+11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-7991035021404056173</id><published>2007-01-08T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:10.163-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2000'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zadie Smith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='White Teeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>White Teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RdTaHfTWdMI/AAAAAAAAABU/Vf8Ql95SM8k/s1600-h/06cali+-+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RdTaHfTWdMI/AAAAAAAAABU/Vf8Ql95SM8k/s320/06cali+-+01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031886505876288706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White teeth by Zadie Smith published in 2000. Great organic character development, involving story which pinnacles as a clash of superegos. Brother against brother. Extreme science against extreme religion meet in an irie womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daring human portrayal of inter cultural, racial, sex and generation themes. The story flows and even the supermouse&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TM&lt;/span&gt; extravaganza can be over-looked because the overarching story rings true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-7991035021404056173?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/7991035021404056173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=7991035021404056173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/7991035021404056173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/7991035021404056173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2007/01/white-teeth.html' title='White Teeth'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RdTaHfTWdMI/AAAAAAAAABU/Vf8Ql95SM8k/s72-c/06cali+-+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-8890413497676513447</id><published>2006-12-22T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:10.283-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1992'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suicide Blonde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darcy Steinke'/><title type='text'>Suicide Blonde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/Rc-WUfTWdJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J9naRdIm9y8/s1600-h/barbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/Rc-WUfTWdJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J9naRdIm9y8/s320/barbie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030404587540346002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicide Blonde by Darcy Steinke published in 1992. Melodramatic tale of a 30 year-old woman and her decomposition. In between homosexual confusion, a little heroin, prostitution and of course blondes and suicide. Wonderful pithy witticisms such as: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I wanted to yell at Pig that there was no more poignancy in the aging of a beautiful woman than a plain one. If beautiful girls had higher expectations it was only because of vanity, not because they were better people, or more blessed. And besides, it didn't seem possible that I could end up like Pig. She let her nails dig into the soft part of my arm and with the pain I thought, &lt;em&gt;Once she was like me&lt;/em&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'"Is there anything more delicate than an egg?" he asked smiling.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah" I said. "Relationships."'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Happy people are the cruelest, I thought. This is the cock Bell wanted in his mouth, up his ass. Kevin stopped kissing me and brushed my hand away from his pants. "You can't tell where you stop and other people start," he said. "That's a dangerous quality to have."'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-8890413497676513447?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8890413497676513447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=8890413497676513447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/8890413497676513447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/8890413497676513447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/suicide-blonde.html' title='Suicide Blonde'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/Rc-WUfTWdJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J9naRdIm9y8/s72-c/barbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-1807350278121218544</id><published>2006-12-16T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:10.526-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catcher in the Rye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1951'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J.D. Salinger'/><title type='text'>catcher in the rye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RalPENkP4BI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8ZZkM_v2uso/s1600-h/DSC00577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RalPENkP4BI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8ZZkM_v2uso/s320/DSC00577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019630193460895762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comin Thro' The Rye &lt;br /&gt;O, Jenny's a' weet, poor body,&lt;br /&gt;  Jenny's seldom dry:&lt;br /&gt;She draigl't a' her petticoatie,&lt;br /&gt;  Comin thro' the rye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comin thro' the rye, poor body,&lt;br /&gt;  Comin thro' the rye,&lt;br /&gt;She draigl't a' her petticoatie,&lt;br /&gt;  Comin thro' the rye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gin a body meet a body&lt;br /&gt;  Comin thro' the rye,&lt;br /&gt;Gin a body kiss a body,&lt;br /&gt;  Need a body cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gin a body meet a body &lt;br /&gt;  Comin thro' the glen,&lt;br /&gt;Gin a body kiss a body,&lt;br /&gt;  Need the warl' ken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gin a body meet a body&lt;br /&gt;  Comin thro' the grain;&lt;br /&gt;Gin a body kiss a body,&lt;br /&gt;  The thing's a body's ain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Robert Burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catcher in the Rye written by J.D. Salinger in 1951. First person narrative. Journal style about the events of a manic-depressive teenage on the loose in manhattan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holden misquotes “if a body catch a body comin’ through the rye”. After his kid-sister Phoebe asked Holden one thing he likes, the only thing he'd like to do is to catch kids as they are playing from going over the edge of a crazy cliff. The title of the novel uses the word “catch”, instead of “meet”, because Holden wants to catch the boy coming through the rye to help him deal with an unfair, violent and dishonest world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-1807350278121218544?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1807350278121218544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=1807350278121218544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/1807350278121218544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/1807350278121218544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/catcher-in-rye.html' title='catcher in the rye'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RalPENkP4BI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8ZZkM_v2uso/s72-c/DSC00577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-8970510658962782944</id><published>2006-11-30T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:10.924-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1999'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jhumpa Lahiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interpreter of maladies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>interpreter of maladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RYQgjZu0QII/AAAAAAAAAAY/m_r2HYLY4F0/s1600-h/IMG_2183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RYQgjZu0QII/AAAAAAAAAAY/m_r2HYLY4F0/s320/IMG_2183.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009164478117593218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interpreter of Maladies is a collection of stories by Jhumpa Lahiri published 1999. 'A Temporary Matter' - the disintegration of a marriage after their first child arrives as a stillbirth. 'When Mr. Pirzada Came to Dine' - Bangladesh state separation through the eyes of an Indian child who's family hosts a Pakistani University professor for dinners. 'Interpreter of Maladies' - Indian family on tour in India reveals themselves as shallow Americans to tour guide. 'A Real Durwan' - Unofficial 'doorman' gets a bad deal when tenants obsess over home improvements. 'Sexy' - A married Indian man romances a young woman; she feels 'sexy' for the first time. 'Mrs Sen's' - Transplanted Indian wife through the eyes of the child she watches. 'This Blessed House' - Impetuous marriage reveals its cracks when the modern educated wife becomes determined to display the christian icons they find in their newly purchased home. 'The Treatment of Bibi Haldar' - disenfranchised epileptic woman finds her cure with an inexplicable yet wished for pregnancy. 'The Third and Final Continent' - After having an insightful relationship with the 100 y.o. matron who rented a room to him, young Indian man quietly establishes his life in Boston with his arranged wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jhumpa Lahiri presents a good descriptive range of the Indian experience but her writing is slightly stiff, as if the author was not engaged but kept herself at a distance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-8970510658962782944?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8970510658962782944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=8970510658962782944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/8970510658962782944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/8970510658962782944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/interpreter-of-maladies.html' title='interpreter of maladies'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RYQgjZu0QII/AAAAAAAAAAY/m_r2HYLY4F0/s72-c/IMG_2183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186038620712355869.post-608227872226815542</id><published>2006-11-29T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:10.985-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desperate Characters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1970'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paula Fox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>Desperate Characters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RYQdnZu0QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/beh59l-ZvFQ/s1600-h/IMG_2168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RYQdnZu0QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/beh59l-ZvFQ/s320/IMG_2168.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009161248302186610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate Characters by Paula Fox published in 1970. Think Fitzgerald's Great Gatsby. It is social commentary of the late 60's NYC expressed through the pain of being, that is the pain of every day life. Paula Fox offers no solutions just a hushed intimate look as the changing era overtakes Sophie and Otto Bentwood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9186038620712355869-608227872226815542?l=funkmorefunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/feeds/608227872226815542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9186038620712355869&amp;postID=608227872226815542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/608227872226815542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9186038620712355869/posts/default/608227872226815542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkmorefunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-world.html' title='Desperate Characters'/><author><name>funk</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbFxV0KGtXk/RYQdnZu0QHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/beh59l-ZvFQ/s72-c/IMG_2168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
