loneliness of sex in lit
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especially after I read an interview in which, while commenting on Nicholson Baker's U&I, he referred to people who buy Baker's books as "nerds." I got the distinct impression he didn't mean nerd in the "I'm reclaiming my nerdness and I'm not ashamed to admit I watch Star Trek" kind of way, but in a pimply, mal-adjusted, greasy-haired, I Grok Spock button-wearing kind of way. Well, Mr. Updike, and I don't know if I should call you Mr., at least I'm not an impotent 60 year old trying to have sex with 13 year-olds. All I have to say about you is ain't you the guy who wrote The Witches of Eastwick, a big barely veiled allegory about how you'd like to provide feminists with the op to get fucked by you and surely that would shut them the hell up? back to the lit-crit
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