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Michael Silverblatt interviews Ian McEwan today on Bookworm at 2:30 about his new book Saturday. Because I'll be busy teaching the huddled masses at the UCLA Extension Writer's Studio, and since this is a Southern California-only show for some reason, Michael was kind enough to send me a partial transcript of his chat.
Michael: In your brilliant new meditation on words and life and weekends and the sense that time is not just the clock of the heart, but indeed the very fabric by which we lead our lives, and by time I mean, as Dickens meant, and which Boy George echoed, so much more, but nothing to show for, in which, as your transcendent novel Atonement touched on, is in fact the nature of secrets, and by that I mean man vs. the machine and man, indeed, vs. himself. I found myself floating while I read this and I kept wondering, is life truly meaningless, or is the moon made of fudge?
Ian: Yeah, yeah, yes, well, blimey, man, you make no sense at all.
You nailed it. _He_ is made of fudge.
Posted by: Peter | February 03, 2005 at 11:43 AM
Tod, you do, hands-down, the best Michael Silverblatt impersonation ever (then again, how many people out there are doing Michael Silverblatt imitiations?). Every time you do it, I laugh myself silly in a very transcendent way.
Lee
Posted by: Lee Goldberg | February 03, 2005 at 01:35 PM
That's hilarious! Try using the Google language tool on that one. I am laughing and there are tears involved. (Why am I sounding like Ron Burgundy all the sudden?)
Posted by: Angela Stubbs | February 03, 2005 at 02:23 PM
I almost got jealous of the fact that you have such programming on your radio stations. All we seem to have here is constant rap. I don't totally dislike rap, however I do dislike the same ten songs played consecutively over and over again all dayyyyy long. Tell me...do you have an opinon on APA style?
Posted by: Kristy | February 03, 2005 at 11:23 PM