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Literary Spam!
May. 23rd, 2004 10:10 pm1. Take five books off your bookshelf.
2. Book #1 -- first sentence (The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay; Michael Chabon)
3. Book #2 -- last sentence on page fifty (The Third Policeman; Flann O'Brien)
4. Book #3 -- second sentence on page one hundred (Farewell, My Lovely; Raymond Chandler)
5. Book #4 -- next to the last sentence on page one hundred fifty (The Quiet American; Graham Greene)
6. Book #5 -- final sentence of the book (Ulysses; James Joyce)
7. Make the five sentences into a paragraph
In later years, holding forth to an interviewer or to an audience of aging fans at a comic book convention, Sam Clay liked to declare, apropos of his and Joe Kavalier's greatest creation, that back when he was a boy, sealed and hog-tied inside the airtight vessel known as Brooklyn, New York, he had been haunted by dreams of Harry Houdini. Indian hemp. He liked the smell, he said, he liked the sense of quiet at the end of the day, but in his profession relaxation could go no further. They are not, he warns us, to be taken as arbitrarily-determined points on the A-B axis so many inches or feet apart. yes I said yes I will Yes.
2. Book #1 -- first sentence (The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay; Michael Chabon)
3. Book #2 -- last sentence on page fifty (The Third Policeman; Flann O'Brien)
4. Book #3 -- second sentence on page one hundred (Farewell, My Lovely; Raymond Chandler)
5. Book #4 -- next to the last sentence on page one hundred fifty (The Quiet American; Graham Greene)
6. Book #5 -- final sentence of the book (Ulysses; James Joyce)
7. Make the five sentences into a paragraph
In later years, holding forth to an interviewer or to an audience of aging fans at a comic book convention, Sam Clay liked to declare, apropos of his and Joe Kavalier's greatest creation, that back when he was a boy, sealed and hog-tied inside the airtight vessel known as Brooklyn, New York, he had been haunted by dreams of Harry Houdini. Indian hemp. He liked the smell, he said, he liked the sense of quiet at the end of the day, but in his profession relaxation could go no further. They are not, he warns us, to be taken as arbitrarily-determined points on the A-B axis so many inches or feet apart. yes I said yes I will Yes.
