How can literature save your life? When a drunk man approached Maris Kreizman in a bar, she introduced herself, “I’m Lorrie. Lorrie Moore.” Conversation over. Lesson Thirteen: If literature can’t save you, Lorrie Moore can. (via Vol. 1 Brooklyn’s 3-Minute Greatest Book Stories Ever! | The Outlet: the Blog of Electric Literature)
Maris for president of my heart.
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- embarrassedandsorry said:Fuck you for spoiling Gone Girl. I spent real dollars on your book only to get to page 94 and stop reading it, because I now hate you. Which is ironic because the chapter that contains the spoiler is discussing how likability of a character is unrelated to literary worth.
Let me know your PayPal address and I will refund the purchase price of the book, but Gone Girl...