Classics of western literature av Berkeley Breathed

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Individual science fiction stories may seem as trivial as ever to the blinder critics and philosophers of today - but the core of science fiction, its essence has become crucial to our salvation if we are to be saved at all.
Isaac Asimov

'Wonderful ... a heady mix of Flann O'brien, Douglas Adams, Tom Sharpe and Ken Campbell, but with an inbuilt irreverence and indelicacy that is unique - and makes it the long-awaited, heavy smoker's answer to The Lord of the Rings'
Time Out om Robert Rankin

The future is here. It's just not widely distributed yet.
William Gibson

The three-legged stool of understanding is held up by history, languages, and mathematics. Equipped with these three you can learn anything you want to learn. But if you lack any one of them you are just another ignorant peasant with dung on your boots.
Robert Heinlein

'An urban myth. Like the dyslexic devil worshipper who sold his soul to Santa.' - Robert Rankin (Raiders of the Lost Car Park))

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fredag, februar 10, 2006

Defamer

Defamer er, i min øyne, verdens beste sladderspalte. Ondsinnet og velskrevet. Her herjes det med Hollywoods hemligheter på en slik måte at intet øye kan sies å være tørt.

Her er et eksempel:

The Grammys were, well, the Grammys. Allowing yourself to become frustrated by the absurdity of the event is like bringing your toddler to the doctor every time he fills his diaper, demanding to know why he’s broken. And so once you make the unfortunate choice to tune in, there’s nothing to do but sink a little deeper into the couch each time brain-damaged Grammy producers facilitate the unholy onstage pairing of Madonna and Gorillaz, Mary J. Blige and U2, and Sir Paul McCartney, The Only Living Beatle, Even Though Ringo Continues To Draw Breath Somewhere, We Think and Linkin. Fucking. Park., suspecting that the music in an eternally stopped elevator in Hell is less insanity-provoking.

The only thing nearly worth discussing was Sly Stone stealing Grace Jones’ circa 1986 look (or as Johnny Hong Kong pointed out to us, proving to the world that someone fed him after midnight), abandoning the secret Funk Cave where he’s been hiding for the last 20 or so years, and showing up to pound out a few verses of “I Want to Take You Higher” before disappearing again, perhaps to eat the liver of Maroon 5’s Adam Levine for daring to cover one of his songs at the show. Which, we assume, will make for a good story the next time Levine is trying to lay a waitress at the Chateau Marmont (as in: “Dude—The guy from Sylvester and the Family Stallones totally tried to kill me at the Grammys!”).


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