Auto-Fiction

"These novels will give way, by and by, to diaries or autobiographies - captivating books, if only a man knew how to choose among what he calls his experiences that which is really his experience, and how to record truth truly."

-- Ralph Waldo Emerson

I saw this quotation as an epigraph for Henry Miller's "Tropic of Cancer", and I thought it fit in with recent discussions about auto-fiction. There is more of this sort of thing today, but we will always have an appetite for the play of the imagination and richly composed stories.

More and More Wankery

Get ready for this and brace yourself: a three-hour wank. Truth. Why would I make up such a distasteful picture of myself? I wonder what is going on with me these days. I seem to be ardently, inordinately randy. Could it be my body's last fever burning itself out before cold impotence settles in on me and I can no longer have an erection?

It's five o'clock. Should I take my nap this late in the day? No, I don't think so.

Whatever my body is doing to itself, I am not going to beat myself up over it and increase the damage, but I really do hate wasting my days like this. Although I do not have anything very meaningful or important to do with my time anyway, nor am I wasting myself for real action with real girls, it is demoralizing to spend this kind of time in outright masturbation like this. I hope my libido will start to settle down and act more in accord with my age. There is just no point in this, and it is kind of gross and pathetic and sad. True, it is only a private shame, but I do have to live with myself.

Woody Allen

‘Life is full of misery, loneliness and suffering — and it’s all over much too soon.’

-- Woody Allen