"satisfied, ellis turned from the computer screen and said he had come back to los angeles
to start over. "i just wanted to not be breat easton ellis, whatever this persona was," he said.
"i was tired of going to book parties, the gossip, the same faces. la seemed like an opportunity
to reinvent myself. i'm alone a lot. it makes you look at yourself. it goes beyond narcissism---
it goes to the
heart
of who you
really
are.
and then you become who you really are."
-b.e.e, the new yorker, 4.27.09
amen!
need to throw "informers" on the re-read pile. it's getting rather tall.
brought 4 books to dc.
6 to chicago?
meet my sister for coffee last week. she's on her way to a show. gives me the new yorker that
she's carrying. hadn't picked up one in forever. in it are articles on
poe,
ellis,
bad omens for the yankees.
felt like it was written for me.
my AP english teacher, mister myers, went to harvard.
never quite understood what the draw of working in an inner-city, ghetto public school was for him.
but i'm glad he had that altruistic heart.
or masochistic streak.
in hindsight, he molded me a great deal.
one assignment had to do with the cartoons in the new yorker. i never "got" them.
last week i was reading my sister's copy of the magazine on the train
and laughing
out loud.
run into jeremy in mccarren park on sunday afternoon.
he was in myers' class also.
tell him about LOL'ing to the cartoons.
he read the same issue.
and the cartoons made him laugh too.
syracuse--->brooklyn connect.
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