Who reads Andy Warhol?
Since I've been reading huge amounts of Andy Warhol, everything seems to sound like Andy Warhol. In fact, I've sort of run into a dead-end in the book - a conversation between him and one of his Bs about what she is cleaning. Meticulously cleaning. Including everything in every place in her apartment. It's not only tedious, it's terribly frustrating.
See! This entry right
now sounds like Andy Warhol - not too big of vocabulary, a little bit odd, a little bit off - ARGH! And I won't be able to cut it out until the book is dead and gone - into Ian's hands for borrowing, or maybe hidden under a bed so I can get this Warholesque voice out of my head!
2005-01-21 | 5:55 p.m.
