Sipping 10 year old single malt irish whiskey.
Zadie Smith would be kind of an incredible choice, but I don't think she'd take it... I feel like it'll be someone on sort of a downward arc, career-wise.
I don't think Hemon has the kind of Northeastern lit clout required, insofar as he's Chicago by way of Bosnia. Benjamin Kunkel would be good, mainly because he'd restore the grand Plimp-Dog tradition of casual loucheness and inappropriateness to recent Barnard-grad slush readers. (I just assume this about Kunkel, he's never actually made a pass at me...)
SHUT UP RED SOX FAN, YOUR STOCKINGS ARE SHOWING.
Er. I was referring to The L Magazine's film editor, who sits one desk over from me.
"A movie about man's quixotic quest to beat death with art" should at least be artful, no? (Especially when it's really more about man's quixotic quest to beat life with narcissism.)
Wait, is this an internet FLAME WAR AMONG COLLEAGUES?
"Kaufman is generally credited as the real mad scientist behind Jonze's first two films, but as last year's bloated and exhausting Synecdoche, New York suggested, Jonze's ability to keep the lid tight on Kaufman's lightning in a bottle has been underestimated."
yes, this, very much so. who would've thought "lightning in a bottle" could be so visually dull.
Gah. Joyce Carol Oates at 5 to 1? That's no good, man.