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an essay on In Our Time by David Gagne
This is one of the worst things I’ve ever written. I was ashamed to hand it to my professor. It was for AML 3124 and it was completed on 12 / 08 / 95 …
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An essay on In Our Time by David Gagne
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An essay on Across the River and into the Trees by David Gagne
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“Mr. Wilson is really very impressive killing anything,” an essay on “The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber” by David Gagne.
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“No matter how a man alone ain’t got no bloody [...] chance,” an essay on To Have and Have Not by David Gagne.
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“Americans always say it to you before they go away,” an essay on Across the River and into the Trees by David Gagne.
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An essay on To Have and Have Not by David Gagne
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An essay on For Whom the Bell Tolls by David Gagne
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The extended text of this entry (click ‘more’) contains a listing of all of Hemingway’s books with links to essays about them.
For a chronology of short stories and related essays, visit The Short Story Collection.
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You really should be reading Über each and every day. I can’t stress this enough. I’m not kidding. Seriously. I stopped reading for a few weeks and, man, I don’t want to tell you the things that started happening to me. It was bad. Real bad. But now I’m reading Über again and everything is better. So much better. I just feel more … complete. It’s like that feeling you get when you’ve lost something that was really important to you and then realize that it wasn’t lost, you had simply put it behind that other thing so you wouldn’t forget it when you got back from where you were going but since you had so much fun at that place you totally forgot about the thing that was oh-so-supposedly important to you and when you realized yesterday that you didn’t have it and went looking for it and couldn’t find it you freaked and then you spilled your drink on the counter next to that thing that you had balanced on top of the book that was near the box under which you had put that important thing so not only is it lost but now it’s got soda all over it and that is just wrong wrong wrong (why were you hiding it in the first place? you idiot.) so now you’re frustrated and cleaning the soda and you hate to move that box but now there’s going to be carbonated beverage stains all over it and the really old t-shirt that you really liked and had put in that damn box last week before you went to … and then you remember … the important thing is behind that other thing! … and then you get it and it’s got a little soda on it but otherwise it’s okay and man, don’t you feel better? That’s what reading Über every day is like. Kinda.

The Pseudodictionary is full of words (and phrases) that aren’t really words but should be. In the early 80s we used to call these sniglets, a term coined by, I think, Rich Hall of HBO’s Not Necessarily the News. I first found the Psuedodictionary several months ago when there were only a handful of words there. Now the site is a veritable cornucopia of fun and exciting ways to say things you already say but didn’t know other people said, too.

I just submitted BFE (butt-f*ck egypt). BFE is, of course, a place very far away from where you are and to which you would need a very good reason to travel. BFE is interesting because in Gainesville, Florida it was any place that was more than a five-minute drive from me. I considered the Oaks Mall (less than ten miles away) to be in BFE. In Los Angeles though, BFE is much, much farther away. Now I don’t think twice to drive twenty minutes to get someplace. So.

This is just a crappy poem I wrote while a student at Father Lopez Catholic High School in Daytona Beach, FL.
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I wrote this in high school, sometime between 1989 and 1991…
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Here are some really bad poems that I wrote sometime in 1991, my senior year of high school.
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