Okay. This is the last post for the night.
Really.
Unless something else gets me going.
But I stumbled on this article over at Arts Journal and it falls into that category of things I find particularly inspirational. I love those moments when we get to hear how a creative idea came into being. How something wonderful came into being.
How I now have a reason to highlight this absolutely brilliant book cover.
The story, which I kind of leapfrogged over back there, is about the death of Timothy McSweeney who was, according to the article, the inspiration for the name of Dave Egger's literary journal McSweeney's Quarterly Concern.
Think what you will about Egger's book A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius (1) but McSweeney's is it's own work of staggering genius. It's the kind of literary journal that makes you realize what a really great literary journal can be.
Huh.
Ironic that I'm going to conclude my praises of a fantastic literary journal with one of those circular sentences critics write that actually mean very little at all.
Right?
1. And I will either agree with your opinion that it is a wonderful and clever book or wish you all the best with your truck driver training school placement exam (2).
2. I know. First five year-old girl snow shovelers and now people in the long-haul transportation industry. I don't know what my problem is tonight. I have a great respect for people who drive big trucks. And also for people who travel with carnivals (3).
3. No. I don't know why.
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