I have felt negatively about people who seem like they are bragging about drug use in order to be perceived a certain way, but generally I feel more irritated by people who brag about their sobriety.
If I left drug use out of my writing, I would be hiding something about myself so that people wouldn’t judge me.
I also don’t feel like there is anything particularly “cool” about the way I do drugs. Most of the time I am taking various pills alone in my room. I like pills because they aren’t demanding or inconsistent. I usually spend the first half of my drug binges desperately trying to become motivated enough to be productive, but eventually resign to staring at porn for three hours and feeling good about my inevitable death.
Whether in actual fact the policy of the boot-on-the-face can go on indefinitely seems doubtful. My own belief is that the ruling oligarchy will find less arduous and wasteful ways of governing and of satisfying its lust for power, and these ways will resemble those which I described in Brave New World.
Within the next generation I believe that the world’s rulers will discover that infant conditioning and narco-hypnosis are more efficient, as instruments of government, than clubs and prisons, and that the lust for power can be just as completely satisfied by suggesting people into loving their servitude as by flogging and kicking them into obedience. In other words, I feel that the nightmare of Nineteen Eighty-Four is destined to modulate into the nightmare of a world having more resemblance to that which I imagined in Brave New World. The change will be brought about as a result of a felt need for increased efficiency. Meanwhile, of course, there may be a large scale biological and atomic war — in which case we shall have nightmares of other and scarcely imaginable kinds.
“Richard Yates” author Tao Lin turned up at the New Yorker party uninvited after hearing about it from attendees (this reporter included), but he was turned away at the door. Mr. Lin said he “wanted to talk to Zadie Smith,” who was invited, because both he and Ms. Smith write their books at New York University’s Bobst Library. (In an email, Mr. Lin said he has “zero hard feelings toward the New Yorker,” adding “I feel bad for causing them inconvenience. Can’t stress that enough.”)
Eventually Mr. Lin, who came with a date carrying a giant leaf, headed to a different hotel—the Standard—for another party, this one attended by writers for Vice magazine.
Ms. Smith, on the other hand, stayed home.
Saw Neil deGrasse Tyson and Tao Lin whilst walking home this week. Wondering if the authors of books I’ve recently read are stalking me. Also, they were both carrying tote bags…