Michael Allen doesn't seem to be blogging any more, and he has an inexplicable fondness for Ian Fleming. Yet his was one of my favorite literary blogs.
Its great strength was its frankness, as evidenced in this post from 2005, arguing that writing is bad for your health and general emotional well-being. Among the comments is one from me (back when I was naive and innocent and not yet a blogger) trying to cobble together a counter-argument...
I do share some of the Grumpy Old Bookman's tastes as a reader, incidentally -- Neal Stephenson for example, and Susanna Clarke. And the post I just linked to references such fine authors as Robert M. Sapolsky and Nassim Nicholas Taleb -- now there's a fellow more people should have listened to!
The question of whether writers are perforce doomed to a life of misery and woe is one to which we shall be returning...
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