Peaches is 38 years old. Keep this in mind as you watch this interview with Henry Rollins. Questions that come to mind: Is this an act? Could Peaches be this inarticulate in real life? She was once a librarian. You wouldn’t know watching this clip.

I don’t know how I missed it a few months ago, but Bookninja chatted with Deborah Eisenberg.

Joan Didion on Evelyn Waugh (1962): “It is precisely this hardness of mind which creates a gulf between Evelyn Waugh and most American readers. There is a fine edge on, and a perfect balance to, his every perception, and although he is scarcely what you could call unread in the United States, neither is he what you could call understood.”

Rake’s Progress: “RP introduces a new feature today called Care For A Mulligan? Here, your pal will pull out a piece of criticism and kindly ask if the critic, on second glance, would care to have another crack at it. It’s Gentleman’s Snark.”

Popmatters: “The one thing that has always bothered me about the Charlie Brown Christmas special is that the other kids never admit to Charlie Brown that he was right about the little tree.”

Look at it this way, at least he didn’t publish in The New Yorker and a book. Then again, I suppose we can look forward to Klosterman V: Paragraphs I Wrote While on the Can.

I hereby adopt a new writing axiom: When a male essayist starts looking to Peanuts for a desperate introspective connection (instead of, say, the fascinating people around him), he’s gone well over the edge of needlessly confessional neuroses and must be stopped at all costs.