“Such are the perfections of fiction...Everything it teaches is useless insofar as structuring your life: you can’t prop up anything with fiction. It, in fact, teaches you just that. That in order to attempt to employ its specific wisdom is a sign of madness...There is more profit in an hour’s talk with Billy Graham than in a reading of Joyce. Graham might conceivably make you sick, so that you might move, go somewhere to get well. But Joyce just sends you out into the street, where the world goes on, solid as a bus. If you met Joyce and said 'Help me,' he’d hand you a copy of Finnegans Wake. You could both cry.” – Gilbert Sorrentino, Imaginative Qualities of Actual Things


Friday, May 28, 2010

John Safran vs. Me

Last night I was interviewed about my book, Known Unknowns, by John Safran and Father Bob for their Triple J program Sunday Night Safran. Unsurprisingly (given the name of the program), it will air this Sunday at 9 p.m. They were both really nice, although I did get into a minor argument with Father Bob, and Safran suggested that I will forever be branded a 'pervert' as a result of my book--but you'll just have to listen to find out why.

For those who lack radios, you can stream the show on Sunday here.

(N.B. for my fellow ugly Americans: John Safran is not related to Johnathan Safran Foer.)
Posted by Emmett Stinson at 12:00 PM

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