Letters From a Young Writer: Foer and Solomon Fanfic
In today's New York Observer, Tom Scocca fills in some of the gaps left in Deborah Solomon's loving profile of Jonathan Safran Foer in this past weekend's Times Magazine. Specifically, some of the emails Foer may have sent Solomon after the piece ran:
That was a beautiful passage you wrote, about how when we said goodbye at 4 p.m., "the fading daylight lent the moment a veiled, elegiac feeling, an unsettling suggestion of oblivion." Sometimes I weep at the end of the day. And I wonder: Is the sun truly going away from us, or are we the ones who are going away from it?
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I was walking George in the park again earlier this hour when she suddenly lunged and gobbled up half the remains of a dead squirrel. Five minutes later, she vomited it all over the grass. She vomited it up so easily and nonchalantly, it gave me a pang. Dogs have such pure, honest reactions to things both coming and going.
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Wrting this on my new BlackBerry frmo the bathroom. I m hvaing a little troouble getting used to thesse tiny keys. But it occurred to me that every trip to the bathroom is a little act of letting go. I needed to tell you that.
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The pineapple has such a tough, leathery skin. It s almost an imposture to drink pineapple juice; it s hardly a true experience of the pineapple. Drinking pineapple juice is life made easy. It s fraudulence. I adore my pineapple juice, though.
Etc. Let's hope no one hacks imaginary Foer's hypothetical Blackberry. Imagine all those fake emails flooding the internet. Literally dozens of twenty-somethings in Brooklyn would go nuts for it.
