I was unaware of Nick’s writing until today, and this quote grabbed me since I’ve been haunted by more ghosts than ever lately. Being a septuagenarian is like that.
The rest of this short piece is about the useless vocation (or avocation) of being a writer. Looking it from the perspective of an unemployed ex-writer, who never was trained and/or exactly a “good” writer, I’ve been wondering lately whether I should even continue.
I’ve been thinking of collecting my so-called memoirs, my misremembered version of my life story, although deciding where to start is difficult and adding to the ever-expanding tsundoku seems ultimately pointless. Who would want to read it? Maybe SubStack is as good a place to start as any...
Write it for yourself; for your own self satisfaction not for any possible “ audience out there”. I’d bet you’ll write a more honest and expressive manuscript for your own eyes only.
Man I LOVE Tosches. His fiction's a bit mediocre, but Dino is the best rock biography ever written. What an insane bastard - they don't make 'em like that anymore.
Of course. From NY, writing about people who he met, with no real life. In a city so large, within a country of below average kooks, he presents as master of the obvious. Having had to suffer adolescence within a states distance, I confidently confirm his experience. It’s one I would not wish, upon the saddest of American flabby flesh.
I was unaware of Nick’s writing until today, and this quote grabbed me since I’ve been haunted by more ghosts than ever lately. Being a septuagenarian is like that.
The rest of this short piece is about the useless vocation (or avocation) of being a writer. Looking it from the perspective of an unemployed ex-writer, who never was trained and/or exactly a “good” writer, I’ve been wondering lately whether I should even continue.
I’ve been thinking of collecting my so-called memoirs, my misremembered version of my life story, although deciding where to start is difficult and adding to the ever-expanding tsundoku seems ultimately pointless. Who would want to read it? Maybe SubStack is as good a place to start as any...
You definitely should Bob. Substack is great.
Write it.
Write it for yourself; for your own self satisfaction not for any possible “ audience out there”. I’d bet you’ll write a more honest and expressive manuscript for your own eyes only.
Start. Good luck.
Man I LOVE Tosches. His fiction's a bit mediocre, but Dino is the best rock biography ever written. What an insane bastard - they don't make 'em like that anymore.
For anyone who wants a great Tosches story, this is fantastic: https://pleasekillme.com/nick-tosches/
Artists make men angry
Men make artists despair
Of course. From NY, writing about people who he met, with no real life. In a city so large, within a country of below average kooks, he presents as master of the obvious. Having had to suffer adolescence within a states distance, I confidently confirm his experience. It’s one I would not wish, upon the saddest of American flabby flesh.
Somebody's bitter.
Brilliant. A mini masterpiece.
Great writing
Unskinned, raked raw, revealing what is within. Where is the mind in? Where spirit dissipates.