the literature section of the internet (that room near the toilet without any big screens that smells like stale wine) is all abuzz about this '
i write like' site. notwithstanding the apparent similarity of my review of
individual projection to the writing of chuck palahniuk (a completely unintentional irony and the sort of seeming bias i'd hope always to avoid but now feel obliged to admit), i write, more often than not, like david foster wallace. although i suspect that means i'm hopelessly derivative and, as the japanese would say, now-y (spelled naui in japanese), i would appreciate further insight from anyone who has read any of mr. wallace's work.
incidentally, i write like him in this post, too. i'd compliment myself by telling you how i've been known to write like joyce and nabokov as well, but then i'd have to come clean on my dan brown moments. and i'm done copying and pasting for the day.
but god. how rude of me! who do you write like? every other post in the world about that meme ended with that line. and no one fucking commented anyway. it's officially excised as far as posterity's concerned.
update, 7/17: two days behind most of the kids i care about, but at least it got here before the
huffington post.
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