…not to mention a great deal more entertaining. Slate does the dirty work for you:
Page 225: A romantic evening for Jayson and his girlfriend Zuza: “We would spend late nights reading Emerson and Dostoyevsky, and talking about race relations and the immigrant experience.”
Page 228: Blair tells Zuza that he loves her. She responds by reciting “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufock.”
Page 282: Blair picks up a copy of David Remnick’s Lenin’s Tomb, then passes out for hours.
And so on.
ashley said on March 9, 2004 at 2:17 am
I mean, should I thank slate for saving me time for reading something I wouldn’t have read anyway?
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deb said on March 9, 2004 at 11:49 am
did slate really misspell “prufrock”?
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