Apr 3rd – All the people, so many people, and none of them can read or write; and that’s why we’re all, cult-urally impoverished.

I just love the endlessly repeated, tautological redundancy of the dialogue.

Jan 12th – I don’t know what you heard about me, I’m a motherfuckin’ P.I.M.P.

This news is current as I read the novel, We (Мы). Written by Yevgeny Zamyatin in Soviet era Russia in 1924, it is the least read of the Russian classics. It’s a dystopian novel describing an oppressive totalitarian state, in which its subjects are made the joyless tools of industry and the state machine. Sound familiar? George Orwell was commissioned to write a review of a smuggled copy in the 1940s, and within six months of doing that, guess what? Yes, that’s right, he was inspired to begin work on “his” novel, 1984. What a coincidence, eh? And even more spooky, the few good bits of his awful book, were identical to those in already set out in We.

August 13th – It’s a thousand pages, give or take a few, I’ll be writing more in a week or two.

There was nothing that he or his staff could do about it. That’s not quite true of course, because the chain of causality can be chased back to me.