- I had a really good time in Lincoln this weekend. Getting brunch with hungover people is one of my favorite things to do. There's something about being underslept and then drinking a lot of coffee that makes me giddy.
- I've been reading The Unconsoled by Kazuo Ishiguro for a couple of months. It's one of the weirdest novels I've ever read. I keep asking people on Twitter about this book but no one will "engage" with me on it. It (the book, not Twitter) makes me feel sort of terrible: the tone and progression exactly mirror one of those endless and incredibly frustrating anxiety dreams where you can't get where you need to go and you're unprepared in any case for what you'll have to do when you get there.
- Clifford Irving, the guy who wrote the fake autobiography of Howard Hughes, lives in Colorado and according to one report is a yoga teacher. He sounds like a real pompous ass:
I always found the Hughes hoax fascinating. Irving is over it.
"It's a subject I avoid because it bores me," he says. "I live a very quiet and secluded life. But it was a fun event in my life."
What about the 17 months he spent in jail after being convicted of fraud?
"I survived that," he says. "It was an interesting experience."
He also returned the $765,000 advance to his publishers.
I talked with an Aspen man who read the book, and he liked it quite a lot. He thinks Hughes, who died in 1976, should have gone along with it.
"I gave him a better life than he had," Irving says.
- I must have been in my late teens before I figured out Howard Hughes and Hugh Hefner were two different guys.