Some comments here, and also off-list, helped me think further about these issues.
I've been thinking about Pierre Bourdieu and also about what I think are common and reductive misreadings of Bourdieu. Bourdieu says two things which will often strike people as incompatible enough that they pay attention only to the first, to wit: That acquired tastes provide those who acquire them symbolic capital.
This one, sung by James Blake, but written by Feist.
Free indirect style was so simple. He'd have to say something about it. How simple it was. Have to argue against Blakey's view.
I've been thinking a bunch about free indirect style -- I may try to incorporate this issue into a short talk I'm giving in April. Or not.
In spite of the recent discussion of the topic in the New York Times, I realize there is something antiquarian about my urge to think aloud about the nature of literary criticism. The decline of that role in society probably matters only to a fairly small caste of humanistically inclined readers. The implications of the decline, however, should matter to everyone.
Literary Need 2: The Childlike Life of The Black Tarantula, by The Black Tarantula and other stories and other stories
Kathy Acker's first book appeared, in at least one version, as The Childlike Life of the Black Tarantula by The Black Tarantula (in 1975, as published by Viper's Tongue Books).
As I've been fond of reminding everyone I've run into the last few days (because I'm something of a smarmy shit), I have been embedded in a cabin-like structure on a hillside in the Echo Park neighborhood of Los Angeles for over two weeks now.
Question: Where does friendship turn into a thing? Answer: On Facebook.
I don’t mean that new digital technologies convert friends into objects. This would be a simplistic reading of social media. I argue, rather, that they transform our human desire for connections into a commercial activity.