Sunday, December 19, 2010
well hell yeah
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
oh... hey.
(i'll wait for the applause to die down before i continue...)
yes and in true yvette fashion i decided to celebrate the night before heading back to san antonio so i am currently hungover and in a pissy mood. barf city! no, not really, just a bad headache.
in other news, philip is in from Boston this afternoon. Woohoo! For those of you who don't know (all one of you who reads this), i see my brother once every year and a half, two years, something like that. so i'm really excited. last time i saw him was the summer before starting grad school. that feels so long ago... i was so young... so innocent... so in love with literature.
in other other news, one of my students asked me out on a date. we went last night. it was he with whom i celebrated the completion of another semester. just kidding, of course. he's like 7 and i'm old enough to be his grandmother (okay he's probably 19 or 20, but still).
in final news, if i ever take engagement pictures, shoot me in the face.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Paper 2 - Complete
Actually, that might be pretty soon at the rate I'm going. My 48th hour of consciousness is now gone with the wind. 49 thinks I'll blink if it turns on the fan and points it at my eyes. What 49 doesn't know, though, is that I saw him trying that move where you blink a lot right before the contest begins thinking it will satisfy your need to blink for a while thereby prolonging the time in which you are able to keep your eyes open. 49, you moron, every smart person knows that the "blink a lot before the contest starts" move never works. Your eyes get teary and you can't see straight and it stings and YOU BLINK! Save your strategery for an amateur like yourself, young friend.
Did I mention that I haven't slept in over 48hrs? Oh, okay, yeah. Must've shut my eyes for a minute while typing that.
You have no idea how long it's taking me to write this. Seriously, if I just stop typing for a minute and, you know, just sit... MAN, instantly in the zone.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Monday, Dec. 6, 2010
i've turned in one final paper and i have two more to go. one is due wednesday, the other is due next monday.
do you realize that i'll have written a total of sixty pages by next week? good god, i'm exhausted just thinking about it. as for that presentation last week: veni vidi vici. now i work on turning it into a final paper.
you know what freaks me out? like really freaks me out?

that's right, the aurora borealis. you call it beautiful, i call it creepy. look, man, sometimes i don't want to be mystified by the power of nature. i want to sit in my little world and pretend that i am in control of everything - i am the center of the universe. cause if i lose control, well, uh, i get a little psycho.
my last therapist said that in our next session she wanted to talk about my issues with perfectionism (which, she said, could be contributing to my anxiety -- i love how therapeme is one big DUH). i never returned.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
guess what
i have a presentation at 3:30.
it's not finished.
i have class for most of the day.
i got this.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
What a week
What a week. It started last Sunday (the 21st) and it's just been getting worse and worse. I have so many things to due (typo, but it stays) and the time is just flying by. So I have to give up sleep in order to complete everything. I'm running on fumes these days.
I had a paper due yesterday. Okay, truth... I THOUGHT it was due yesterday. I finished it, ran to school to turn it in... um... it's due tomorrow. Worse - he extended it until next Monday. I'm terrible at life. On the other hand, my paper, my FINAL paper, is complete a week before it's due. That's just unheard of in Yvette world. The craziest part? It's actually good! And interesting! And it's for my Victorian Sex class, which, you know, 50% percent of that class is new to me (get it? get it? I know, I know, I'm the funniest person you know).
So I have another paper due tomorrow and here I am bedridden because I have zero energy and my allergies are killing me. Best part of today? I missed my first discussion section. My students left. Sigh... I'm a failure. Okay, but I checked my email and this is what was waiting for me:
"i just wanted to let you know how helpful all of your t.a. sessions were, and how lucky i feel to have had you as a t.a. you have helped me so much throughout this course, and i really don't think i would have enjoyed this class as much without you! see you tomorrow in class, and good luck with all your finals!"
I left out the part where she tells me everyone left when I didn't show up (teehee). How awesome is that? I mean, minus the grammar and all. Just kidding, I don't judge people's emails. yes i do. I'm a terrible person.
Anyway, I sincerely hope that your week is much better than mine.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
title schmitle
Other than that, I'm pretty much overwhelmed by the amount of grading/writing/reading I have to do right now as the semester comes to an end. Next week is Thanksgiving and the following week is the first major due date. I can feel my chest tightening just as I think about it... tunnel vision...
Blech.
Oh, on a personal note, it's been 6 days with the IUD. I think my body is freaking out as it undergoes withdrawal from nine years of BCPs. In other words, I'm a mess. Hey, what's new there, though, right? SHUT IT.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Hey, blog. What's up?
Finally re-alphabetized my books. My library hasn't been this organized since the beginning of grad school. Ignore the books still on the floor. I'm not going to re-shelve them quite yet since I need them for upcoming papers. Honestly, I'm just in love with my books so I wanted to show them off. Aren't they lovely?
Bought this sweet dress at Forever21. Yeah, I'm 26, but I could pass for 21! Right? Right? Who cares, this dress is sweet.Thursday, November 4, 2010
one big sigh
This picture is so old. I think I'm about 19 here so it was about seven years ago (look at those eyebrows!). Anyway, I was thinking about Richard today and feeling heartbroken, but, you know, more than usual. Then I realized his birthday is coming up in a couple of days.It's bizarre to think about how much I still hurt when missing him. I mean, obviously you feel better with time, but you really don't get over it. I know people say this, but this is the only heartbreak I've ever really experienced. Actually, his death was the first and only time I've experienced heartbreak. After that, breaking up with a boyfriend was nothing. I mean, that's a laughable situation compared to how I felt after Richard died.
Perhaps this is enough pain for one person and god decided I don't need anymore for quite some time (like, forever)? I wish.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
I've got some good news and some bad news.
Good news? I have a green light for my Master's Report topic and I am now working with an intimidatingly cool (but very helpful) professor. I. am. excited. Okay, I know I'm saying I'm excited right now and I know that in, oh, four months or so I am going to eat these words, but, come on, at the end of next semester I'll have my Master's in American lit and my actual report is a topic I've been interested in since undergrad. Hooray life! Hooray grad school! Hooray ME! Interested in my paper topic? I didn't think so... (though I will say I study race & ethnicity in fin de siècle and 20th century lit) But anyway, I'm so incredibly excited to be working with this particular professor. Because I am a nerd. And those are the things that excite nerds.
Also, I finished watching The Wire last night. Anthony and I worked our way through the series and I am heartbroken now that it's over. This seems to happen to me every time I watch a series in its entirety within the span of a couple of months. Seriously, I teared up three different times during the final episode. I'm a loser. NO! The show is just that good. So watch it.
Monday, November 1, 2010
I vow
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Seriously, though
Why? Because I have these awesome new rain boots and a new trench coat since last year I spent many a day walking to school in misery. And now? AND NOW? No rain. NONE! Not since the first month of school. Ain't that some shit?
This is the week, man. Come on rain!
And now back to my previously scheduled book review.ETA: Moments after I clicked "Publish Post," a fire truck pulled up outside. It seems the dildos next door (we live next to a frat house of some sort) somehow lit their privacy gate (which is really a few tall pieces of lumber nailed together) on fire. The old granny in me is saying "That's what you get for having a loud Halloween party last night as I tried to write my paper!" Everything smells like smoke now. Good job, frat boys, good job.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Bah Humbug
You know, guys say that they want to date smart chicks, but they really need to add a disclaimer to that shit. What they mean to say is that they want to date relatively smart chicks - smart, but not too smart because that's just emasculating.
I hate just about everyone at the moment.
Another cheerful update from yours truly.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
arrested development.
just kidding, i'm still glad(ish)
i just wolfed down 3 huge slices of pizza. i ordered said pizza because i don't cook anymore. ever. because I HAVE NO TIME. oy, don't even get me started. wait... too late.
last night i had a mini breakdown (my first this semester - a vast improvement from last year). everything i wanted to wear was dirty because i have no time to do laundry (and even if i could get the clothes separated and in the washer, they'd stay on my bed forever once out of the dryer because hanging/folding them would take far too long). so i sat in the middle of my closet for about ten minutes with my head in my hands. i miss the days in which i didn't carry a constant burden on my shoulders (seminar papers, grading papers, preparing for discussion section, conference proposals, master's reports, field exam, job, no roommate next year). i go to bed exhausted every single night and wake up early every single morning so as to fit in the maximum amount of work possible.
i know, i know, I'M DOING WHAT I LOVE! I SHOULD BE HAPPY! well, i am doing what i love, but it's still a pain in my ass and the cause of much anxiety.
bright side: today, i spent an hour with a student who failed her first exam. she came to see me for help on an essay. i walked her through emerson and thoreau; she left confident. i walked her through emerson and thoreau. 'twas the best hour of my day.
now can someone please come over and help me figure out a topic for my victorian sex seminar paper? oh, and while you're here, how bout folding those damned towels sitting on my bed? throw the whites in the dryer while you're at it.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
while it lasts...
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
DTMFA
maybe after five years we'll consider living together! and after seven years marriage might be in the picture! aren't relationships fun?!
screw you, life, as you tick tock in my ear and remind me that my fallopian tubes and uterus are rotting just a bit more every day. and as you constantly mention that my life won't even really begin until age thirty seeing as i'm the eternal student.
oh the idea of things not working out and having to start at square one...
i'm just tired. exhausted, really. i want real life. i want home. i want something... something more. i'm so fucking tired of living for the future. i've been doing it my entire life. in grade school and middle school it was all about making the grades necessary to get into incarnate word. at incarnate word it was about making it into college. in college it was about grad school. and here i am... and now it's about doing well enough to make it as a someone in the academic world when i'm 30 (i keep referring to the big 3-0 because it's right around the time in which i hope to be finished with my program). everything is in preparation for my future life.
ah but wait. the wise james douglas morrison wishes to remind me of something:
"the future's uncertain and the end is always near. "
bring it, life.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
life is sucking pretty hard this week.
Chinese culture, educated people didn't use clichéd salutations to begin
and end their encounters with each other. No "Hi, how you doing?" or
"See you later. Take care." Instead, they improvised creatively,
composing poetic riffs appropriate for the occasion. "Your face is
especially bright today. Are you expecting to see a lucky cloud?" or "I'll
bask in your glories again later. In the meantime, may you find a brisk
blend of elegance and mischief." I'd love to see you do something like
that, Libra. It's prime time to boost your alliances to a higher octave. Give
more to your collaborators, and ask for more, too.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
i'm currently watching sixteen candles
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
firsts: cowboy boots
Monday, June 28, 2010
i said goddamn

Here I am thinking I know what's what on True Blood and then this guy walks in. I've been waiting for Alcide since I finished the book in which he first appeared and, dear Alan Ball, you didn't disappoint. I heard he was going to be in the upcoming episode (which aired last night), so I watched just long enough to get a glimpse of Alcide in all his flannel-wearing, southern-accent sporting glory.
Oh how I love the fact that my favorite show is based on a series of books written by a woman and that the show itself was created by/episodes are often written and directed by a gay man. YES! Finally a television show in which the eye candy is predominately male (the hot females always end up dying).
But back to Alcide... apparently tall, dark, and
Thursday, June 24, 2010
orale
here's something i don't like about san antonio: damn near everything else.
i live in austin; i'm better than you! or so everyone assumes. but remember, puto, i'm from san antonio. that's right, i'm not all that cool considering my big escape took me 90 miles away.
shit, in hindsight, 90 miles IS an escape. this city is a fucking black hole that sucks you in and makes you feel as though leaving is completely unnecessary and, hell, even impossible at times. but i still don't want to believe that austin is where i should be, even if i do (secretly) love it there.
seriously, though, i miss austin. i feel guilty for missing it since i know i should value the time i'm spending con mi familia, but this place feels so foreign lately.
mira, "this place." who the hell do i think i am?
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
one more!
Except you are an actual jerk
And living proof that sometimes friends are mean."
oh. i got my first speeding ticket today. i'm quite sure that john hughes is somehow behind this (and nearly every other bad thing in my life... can you see me shaking my fist at you, john? i won't give you the honor of having your own tag, john. stop trying.)
to be continued
- attend a symphony performance
- attend an opera performance (i was going to wait for madame butterfly, but since watching amadeus i've grown a bit anxious)
- exercise despite my crazy school/work schedule
- finish school books (this is probably the hardest task on this list)
- play by the rules (winkity wink wink)
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
but wait, there's more
This week begins a phase when you will have the potential to not exactly
recover it, but rather to re-create it on a higher level. Maybe a dream that
seemed to unravel was simply undergoing a reconfiguration, and now
you're primed to give it a new and better form of expression. Maybe a
relationship that went astray was merely dying so it could get
resurrected, with more honesty and flexibility this time around.
Oh, Rob... sometimes I feel as though you really know me.
So anyway, I had this crazy, somewhat depressing dream about Richard last night. Okay, I'm lying. It was incredibly depressing and I probably couldn't tell it out loud. Thank goodness for blogs, right?
So I'm skipping over insignificant details to get to the meat of the story. I'm sitting on the couch in my old house next to Richard. Richard is sitting next to one of my brothers and Anthony is sitting on the old recliner we used to have. We're watching television and someone on the tv says something about the secret of life... this person died and apparently part of the reward of dying was the fact that you learned the secret of life in the afterlife (now of course this secret was revealed in my dream, but I don't remember what it was). So I turned to Richard and whispered "Is that really it?" He looked at me and said "What do you mean?" So I asked again, "Is that really it? Is that really the secret of life?" Naturally I have a huge grin thinking I'm going to learn the secret of life. Then Richard turns to me and says "I don't know. I don't know because I'm stuck here with you. You won't let go so I have to stay here until you do." Then he went back to watching tv and I realized that I was the only person in the room who could actually see him. So obviously I felt pretty guilty knowing he was stuck there for me so I tried to convince myself that I was okay with him leaving. He looked at me as though he knew what I was thinking and gave me this look that said "It's not that easy. I'm still here." So every moment he remained was evidence that I wasn't over it and wasn't ready or willing to let him go. How fucked up is that? He wasn't mad at me, that was clear. He just kept on watching tv, laughing as though nothing were wrong.
What a shitty dream.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
i'm in love with alan ball.
seriously, after finishing the series a couple of months ago, I can't watch a single episode without feeling overwhelmingly depressed. if you've never seen it, though, I urge you to watch it. Yes, urge. it's had such an impact on my life, no exaggeration. you see, i've always had this terrible relationship with death, that is, the death of others; I'm not particularly concerned about my own death. after this show, i felt compelled to establish some sort of new understanding with death. I suppose I'll elaborate on this one day. My point? Watch Six Feet Under. You won't regret it and your life will be incomplete if you choose not to watch.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
post scriptum
Friday, June 4, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Ah, summer!
Anyway, I'm back to living at home. I do love being here, but sometimes my mom forgets I'm 25. She also forgets that I have a pretty decent memory because she feels the need to remind me constantly of things I'm supposed to do. I guess she's allowed to do that since she is my mother and I am living here for free. Her nagging is my rent. I endure it and it alone is a hardship equal to rent. What does Anthony get in exchange for tolerating my nagging? Heh...
Thursday, May 20, 2010
obvious hot is still hot sometimes

Vampire Bill? Eh, he's okay.
Eric? I'd contemplate immortality, I mean seriously consider it, if it meant spending at least the vast majority of eternity with Askars.
Pardon me, I just finished writing a paper on True Blood, re-watching the first season, and giving a presentation on the show v. the books. Oh and I'm reading the most recent addition to the series. So yeah, I've got True Blood on the brain.
Here's one more for good measure:
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Uh huh, that's right...
| E 391L | CONF COURSE: SUPERVISED STUDY | 35245 | A | 12.00 | |
| E 395M | REAUTHORIZING THE AMER RENAIS | 35295 | A | 12.00 | |
| E 395M | US REGIONAL LIT: PROB/PROSPECT | 35300 | A | 12.00 |
Sunday, May 16, 2010
recap of this week's episode of "grad school, fuck you!"
in the past two days, i have slept a total of 4hrs and 20min. i have currently walked the land of no-sleep for 24hrs straight. why am i not asleep right now, you ask? i have no good answer. i'm delirious, look for good answers elsewhere.
get this... anthony and i went to see norm macdonald at the comedy club last night. obviously we purchased the tickets prior to the realization that i'd be in "oh shit i'm screwed" mode. somehow despite being in this mode, i rationalized three shiners during the show. try shaking that shit off in order to write your paper, which you're going to stay up all night to complete.
yvette, why didn't you start your paper earlier so as to avoid this situation? bitch, i did! i apparently have this disease that forces me to write slower than hell for two weeks, thus screwing me over at the last minute. it's highly contagious and there's no cure. i'm pretty sure i caught it at iwhs.
one more paper to go, man.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
In today's news...
... I woke up after a 13 hr deep sleep caused by staying up for more than 24 hours in order to complete a presentation, which I gave (and nailed) yesterday.
... i am four days away from completing my first year of grad school.
... and i'm still alive to tell the story.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
The Man Who Made Me Love Literature

From the AP:
NEW YORK - J.D. Salinger, the legendary author, youth hero and fugitive from fame whose "The Catcher in the Rye" shocked and inspired a world he increasingly shunned, has died. He was 91.
Salinger died of natural causes at his home on Wednesday, the author's son said in a statement from Salinger's literary representative. He had lived for decades in self-imposed isolation in the small, remote house in Cornish, N.H.
Immortal anti-hero
"The Catcher in the Rye," with its immortal teenage protagonist, the twisted, rebellious Holden Caulfield, came out in 1951, a time of anxious, Cold War conformity and the dawn of modern adolescence. The Book-of-the-Month Club, which made "Catcher" a featured selection, advised that for "anyone who has ever brought up a son" the novel will be "a source of wonder and delight — and concern."
Enraged by all the "phonies" who make "me so depressed I go crazy," Holden soon became American literature's most famous anti-hero since Huckleberry Finn. The novel's sales are astonishing — more than 60 million copies worldwide — and its impact incalculable. Decades after publication, the book remains a defining expression of that most American of dreams — to never grow up.
Salinger was writing for adults, but teenagers from all over identified with the novel's themes of alienation, innocence and fantasy, not to mention the luck of having the last word. "Catcher" presents the world as an ever-so-unfair struggle between the goodness of young people and the corruption of elders, a message that only intensified with the oncoming generation gap.
Novels from Evan Hunter's "The Blackboard Jungle" to Curtis Sittenfeld's "Prep," movies from "Rebel Without a Cause" to "The Breakfast Club," and countless rock 'n' roll songs echoed Salinger's message of kids under siege. One of the great anti-heroes of the 1960s, Benjamin Braddock of "The Graduate," was but a blander version of Salinger's narrator.
The cult of "Catcher" turned tragic in 1980 when crazed Beatles fan Mark David Chapman shot and killed John Lennon, citing Salinger's novel as an inspiration and stating that "this extraordinary book holds many answers."
By the 21st century, Holden himself seemed relatively mild, but Salinger's book remained a standard in school curriculums and was discussed on countless Web sites and a fan page on Facebook.
Other works
Salinger's other books don't equal the influence or sales of "Catcher," but they are still read, again and again, with great affection and intensity. Critics, at least briefly, rated Salinger as a more accomplished and daring short story writer than John Cheever.
The collection "Nine Stories" features the classic "A Perfect Day for Bananafish," the deadpan account of a suicidal Army veteran and the little girl he hopes, in vain, will save him. The novel "Franny and Zooey," like "Catcher," is a youthful, obsessively articulated quest for redemption, featuring a memorable argument between Zooey and his mother as he attempts to read in the bathtub.
"Catcher," narrated from a mental facility, begins with Holden recalling his expulsion from a Pennsylvania boarding school for failing four classes and for general apathy.
He returns home to Manhattan, where his wanderings take him everywhere from a Times Square hotel to a rainy carousel ride with his kid sister, Phoebe, in Central Park. He decides he wants to escape to a cabin out West, but scorns questions about his future as just so much phoniness.
"I mean how do you know what you're going to do till you do it?" he reasons. "The answer is, you don't. I think I am, but how do I know? I swear it's a stupid question."
"The Catcher in the Rye" became both required and restricted reading, periodically banned by a school board or challenged by parents worried by its frank language and the irresistible chip on Holden's shoulder.
"I'm aware that a number of my friends will be saddened, or shocked, or shocked-saddened, over some of the chapters of 'The Catcher in the Rye.' Some of my best friends are children. In fact, all of my best friends are children," Salinger wrote in 1955, in a short note for "20th Century Authors."
"It's almost unbearable to me to realize that my book will be kept on a shelf out of their reach," he added.
Salinger also wrote the novellas "Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters" and "Seymour — An Introduction," both featuring the neurotic, fictional Glass family which appeared in much of his work.
His last published story, "Hapworth 16, 1928," ran in The New Yorker in 1965. By then he was increasingly viewed like a precocious child whose manner had soured from cute to insufferable. "Salinger was the greatest mind ever to stay in prep school," Norman Mailer once commented.
In 1997, it was announced that "Hapworth" would be reissued as a book — prompting a (negative) New York Times review. The book, in typical Salinger style, didn't appear. In 1999, New Hampshire neighbor Jerry Burt said the author had told him years earlier that he had written at least 15 unpublished books kept locked in a safe at his home.
"I love to write and I assure you I write regularly," Salinger said in a brief interview with the Baton Rouge (La.) Advocate in 1980. "But I write for myself, for my own pleasure. And I want to be left alone to do it."
‘Ego of cast iron’
Jerome David Salinger was born Jan. 1, 1919, in New York City. His father was a wealthy importer of cheeses and meat and the family lived for years on Park Avenue.
Like Holden, Salinger was an indifferent student with a history of trouble in various schools. He was sent to Valley Forge Military Academy at age 15, where he wrote at night by flashlight beneath the covers and eventually earned his only diploma. In 1940, he published his first fiction, "The Young Folks," in Story magazine.
He served in the Army from 1942 to 1946, carrying a typewriter with him most of the time, writing "whenever I can find the time and an unoccupied foxhole," he told a friend.
Returning to New York, the lean, dark-haired Salinger pursued an intense study of Zen Buddhism but also cut a gregarious figure in the bars of Greenwich Village, where he astonished acquaintances with his proficiency in rounding up dates. One drinking buddy, author A.E. Hotchner, would remember Salinger as the proud owner of an "ego of cast iron," contemptuous of writers and writing schools, convinced that he was the best thing to happen to American letters since Herman Melville.
Praise and condemnation
Holden first appeared as a character in the story "Last Day of the Last Furlough," published in 1944 in the Saturday Evening Post. Salinger's stories ran in several magazines, especially The New Yorker, where excerpts from "Catcher" were published.
The finished novel quickly became a best seller and early reviews were blueprints for the praise and condemnation to come. The New York Times found the book "an unusually brilliant first novel" and observed that Holden's "delinquencies seem minor indeed when contrasted with the adult delinquencies with which he is confronted."
But the Christian Science Monitor was not charmed. "He is alive, human, preposterous, profane and pathetic beyond belief," critic T. Morris Longstreth wrote of Holden.
"Fortunately, there cannot be many of him yet. But one fears that a book like this given wide circulation may multiply his kind - as too easily happens when immortality and perversion are recounted by writers of talent whose work is countenanced in the name of art or good intention."
Seeking seclusion
The world had come calling for Salinger, but Salinger was bolting the door. By 1952, he had migrated to Cornish. Three years later, he married Claire Douglas, with whom he had two children, Peggy and Matthew, before their 1967 divorce. (Salinger was also briefly married in the 1940s to a woman named Sylvia; little else is known about her).
Meanwhile, he was refusing interviews, instructing his agent to forward no fan mail and reportedly spending much of his time writing in a cement bunker. Sanity, apparently, could only come through seclusion.
"I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes," Holden says in "Catcher."
"That way I wouldn't have to have any ... stupid useless conversations with anybody. If anybody wanted to tell me something, they'd have to write it on a piece of paper and shove it over to me. I'd build me a little cabin somewhere with the dough I made."
Although Salinger initially contemplated a theater production of "Catcher," with the author himself playing Holden, he turned down numerous offers for film or stage rights, including requests from Billy Wilder and Elia Kazan. Bids from Steven Spielberg and Harvey Weinstein also were rejected.
Salinger became famous for not wanting to be famous. In 1982, he sued a man who allegedly tried to sell a fictitious interview with the author to a national magazine. The impostor agreed to desist and Salinger dropped the suit.
Five years later, another Salinger legal action resulted in an important decision by the U.S. Supreme Court. The high court refused to allow publication of an unauthorized biography, by Ian Hamilton, that quoted from the author's unpublished letters. Salinger had copyrighted the letters when he learned about Hamilton's book, which came out in a revised edition in 1988.
In 2009, Salinger sued to halt publication of John David California's "60 Years Later," an unauthorized sequel to "Catcher" that imagined Holden in his 70s, misanthropic as ever.
The curtain parts
Against Salinger's will, the curtain was parted in recent years. In 1998, author Joyce Maynard published her memoir "At Home in the World," in which she detailed her eight-month affair with Salinger in the early 1970s, when she was less than half his age. She drew an unflattering picture of a controlling personality with eccentric eating habits, and described their problematic sex life.
Salinger's alleged adoration of children apparently did not extend to his own. In 2000, daughter Margaret Salinger's "Dreamcatcher" portrayed the writer as an unpleasant recluse who drank his own urine and spoke in tongues.
Ms. Salinger said she wrote the book because she was "absolutely determined not to repeat with my son what had been done with me."
Monday, January 25, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Found!

In my opinion, the attractive ginger male is even more difficult to find than the attractive blonde male (of which there are only two, Matt Damon (sorta kinda blonde, right?) and Alexander Skarsgard (True Blood).Is this pointless? Yes. However, I have no desire to talk about real life right now because, well, it sucks.




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