I'm currently boycotting American writers thanks to the Toxic DeLillo Event. I'm reading A Passage to India by E.M. Forster. But British writers drive me nuts, too. I do so despise them, but I shan't turn back now, for I am quite hard-bitten.
TV on the Radio is shit. Not, the shit, just shit, as in excrement, vile, vile excrement. "Return to Cookie Mountain" my buttocks! Return to me my goddamn money so I can buy some cookies and go to the mountains! What, did some hipster asshole hype it up in a review and everybody just went along with it? I truly do not understand. This hipster asshole must be located and beaten severely about the scrotal pouch.
I retreat now, back to my literary purdah.