4.29.2010

the gambler, not The Gambler

I want to go back to Vegas, and soon. I haven't been there in years. There's something about the city I find so alluring. I enjoy gambling, but if that were all I'd spend more time in the Indian casinos around here. No, it's the spectacle, I think. I've always said that if America were to ever go green, Vegas should be allowed to remain as-is, as a relic and a bastion of 20th-century extravagance. There's something very relaxing, too, after working in libraries and bookstores, about the idea of a place that's supposed to be loud as fucking hell. Yet it still has its own internal logic, its own rules, its own patterns and regulations and traditions, all quietly humming along right underneath the saturnalia.

I'm disappointed that The Brothers Karamazov took so much inspiration from other works. The Father Zosima, especially, seemed to have been lifted as a type directly from the work of an earlier poet.

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