Point and Shoot, FL (YU)—
Q: What kind of a book is Scrib Online?
A: A novel.
Q: What kind of a novel?
A: A pulp novel.
When I went and read through the entire output of one of these pulp writers I found they'd repeat sentences, paragraphs, basic plot ideas through each book and to me that was interesting. On the one hand they were operating under this constraint of time, because the only way of making money with pulp is to write fast, and on the other hand when I read all of them together and treated them as one novel I was basically seeing the same thing from different perspectives which very much reminded me Claude Simon and Alain Robbe-Grillet. So I was working with the concept of pulp being the same as the nouveau roman, and I was trying to make that repetition that occurs through successive pulp novels readily apparent, by collapsing it into one novel. However, because of the simulacrum element in my earlier novels which entailed using narrative, people seemed to think I was trying to write pulp. A lot of critics thought this.
I drive around my native state, visiting archeological sites I dug, listening to a Pete Horobin DATA Attic tape, and fucking a ventriloquist’s dummy.
No, a rubber sex-doll chicken.
Q: Ah, the rubber sex-doll chicken whisperer.
A: Imagine two retards. One of them is fucking a chicken.
The other one stands nearby with a huge erection.
The question is, why doesn’t he get his own chicken?
That’s what I would ask the 5,000 sneering college writing instructors who killed Jack Kerouac.
Why don’t you get your own chicken? You fucking retard.
Q: Nothing works.
Imagine
A: That’s because it’s not a
It’s a Belchfire 8. The old Lichty Grin and Bear It.
Q: Is that the guy who drew Nixon crawling out of a sewer?
A: No, that was Herblock.
Who wouldn’t want to squat in the bushes and spy on Chimpanzees.
Do you know why Jane Goodall got to do that?
Q: No. Why?
A: They didn’t have to pay her anything.
Q: Ah, so.
Like an unpaid intern at the Paris Review.
A: Yes.
Like George Plimpton himself. He didn’t have to be paid.
Q: You don’t have to be paid.
Ah, so.
A: Yes.
I don’t have to be paid.
I can write as I please.