Nathan Knapp
@nate_knapp24
Call me Nate. Descended from Okies. Debut novel DAYBOOK out now from @thisissplice. http://thisissplice.co.uk/fiction/dayboo…
DAYBOOK has been longlisted for the Republic of Consciousness Prize! Re: the judges: 'Told in the form of a memoir by a narrator prone to Bernhardian digressions, it devolves into a quietly absorbing meditation on literature, mortality and sexual shame' republicofconsciousness.com/2024-longlist
In a fit of insanity I just counted every book in the house by hand. Perhaps the most OCD moment of my life so far
Alice Notley and Ted Berrigan, from Alex Katz’s “Face of the Poet” series, 1978
Looking for a solid Syrian or Lebanese or Palestinian-written novel to assign for a world lit class. Recommendations welcome
Buy a smoker. Smoke tasty meats. Fill your ice chest with beer and other cold fizzy drinks. Have people over. Sit by the pool. Whip up some coleslaw. Sweat, eat, and drink, for thou aspireth to *summer*!
thomas de quincey’s observation on why it’s sadder for people to die in the summer is so spectacularly idiosyncratic and beautiful that it is guaranteed to be the best paragraph you read today
Stayed up so late tonight I started seeing early Sunday morning lit-twitter-posts from English morning persons. I got rather dark about it but didn't do anything rash: after all, there is one more day of baseball before the all-star break. There are worse things in the world.
Is there any more bracing & refreshing literary subject than spite?
Ludwig old buddy old pal, have ye heard of death?
"The real question of life after death isn't whether or not it exists, but even if it does what problem this really solves."
Ironically, using the word "stupid" makes you a little less so. There's some dignity there
Having a kid has at times made me sorry I lost my faith—& therefore lost a set of seeming certainties to pass on—on the other hand, it’s made me even more bitterly opposed to passing on just those kinds of certainties, & strangely more angry about the ones I was raised with.
Having kids evaporated any natural religious impulses I had (which wasn’t a ton to begin with but wasn’t non-existent). Not sure if that’s weird or normal. After spending a lot of time thinking about why, I believe the reason is: I don’t feel like I want anything else anymore.
Best living writers of fiction in English
Interesting piece on sex in contemporary fiction in @the_met_review from @rants_book, that features my DAYBOOK pretty heavily: metropolitanreview.org/p/how-to-write…
Jesus titty fucking Christ make it stop for fuck sake
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