from nick paumgarten's "the ring and the bar," a new yorker profile of the irrepressible bob bozic, former heavyweight boxer and longtime "destination bartender" at fanelli's in soho:
Bozic occasionally makes women cry. (And when he does he tells them to go to his favorite bookstore in the Village and pick up a paperback, his treat—"Red Cavalry and Other Stories," by Isaac Babel, or "The Bridge on the Drina," by Ivo Andric.)if a man made me cry and sent me out to buy a book of his choosing, i'd cancel his genitals between two boxed sets of the twilight saga.
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What book would you send a man out for if you made him cry? (btw, lots of bathingsuit area talk around here all of the sudden...?!)
ted hughes's winter pollen, i think. the talk is a cyclical thing, MDF, like the appearance of a comet; some years i read a bunch of updike, some years i go all america's funniest home videos on bartenders. life is like a box of comets.
wait, no, seamus heaney's beowulf.
the book i'd send him out for, i mean. life isn't (always) like beowulf.
i'm just hung up on the thought process on choosing babel. "hey, if you think i'm mean, you should read about how the russians treated each other during the revolution!" points for not picking hemingway, i guess?
So we discern that something like 3 minutes of womens' tears is worth, what, $13.95? And self-service besides? The implications are myrid. Calls for the University of Chicago analysis, of one sort or another.
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