I’m obsessed with writers who have their own voice, to the point where I can be forgiving of some weaker plot shit. I can’t entirely forgive weak plot -ish, looking at you Burlesque with your plot holes and lost opportunity — that movie needed more Cher songs, way more Cher songs, like ten Cher songs. A Confederacy of Dunces is easily the best book I’ve read since Last Exit to Brooklyn. I strongman recommend both. And not like 1920s circus strong man, but like the ones that pull busses complete with vains that pop, grunts that could wake heavy sleepers and oversized organs that will probably lead to premature death. Read it.
On a side note, I hang out at a coffee shop across the street from where Burlesque was filmed. There is a really sad framed movie poster signed by a PA that says “Christina loved your coffee!” There is also a hot barista who came to LA to be in “weird, arty movies” and we share a passion for ghost tours in foreign cities.
Hope everyone had a great weekend, comment if you did anything epic! I finished reading two books, spent 12+ hours travelling, and am about to be late to meet up with a friend.