A Fan's Notes

 

From A Fan's Notes: “Like James Joyce, who tried to bend and subjugate the ironmongery of the cosmos with words (wasn’t it The Word Joyce was after?), Mr. Blue tried to undo the empyrean mysteries with Seedy and his red carpet, with his elevated alligator shoes, with the ardent push-ups he seemed so sure would make him outlast time’s ravages, with his touching search for some golden pussy that would yell to his lips the elixir of eternal life. And like Joyce’s Leopold Bloom, like Quixote, Mr Blue had become the perennial mock-epic hero of his country, the salesman, the boomer who believed that at the end of the American sojourn of demeaning doorbell-ringing, of faking and fawning, he would come to the Ultimate Sale, conquer, and soar….And though Mr. Blue’s way of death was fitting…anxious about his impotence in this land of sexual gargantuan, he could have sent to a degenerate mail-order house for a faradic device which attached to the genitals helps stimulate with electrical charges a more rapturous equal act, only to have the device miscue and electrocute him, frying off his balls in the process...I had a hardcover edition of Webster’s New Collegiate Dictionary. To gauge the dictionary’s breadth when buying it, I had looked up thurible, an Oriental looking container in which one burns incense, and gorp, a freakishly obese person who eats constantly because he achieves a kind of erotic splendor when sitting on the throne. The former was listed, the latter not, and and because the latter never is listed, because I don’t to this day know where I ever heard the word..." 

and listen to James Brown and Wilson Pickett together "In a Cold Sweat" et al.