Dr. Joseph Suglia/The Greatest Author in the World 的興趣
一般
Phenomenology, psychoanalysis, and excessive fiction.
EXCESSIVE FICTION n 1.) A term invented by Dr. Joseph Suglia to describe his writing practice; 2.) Literature that presses the limits of language and possibility. SYNONYM: EXCESSIVISM
音樂
Captain Beefheart.
電影
A cinematic interpretation of Watch Out has been directed by the award-winning filmmaker Steve Balderson (Firecracker).
My favorite films:
1.) Bad Timing by Nicolas Roeg; 2.) Le Testament d'Orphée, ou ne me demandez pas pourquoi! by Jean Cocteau; 3.) Watch Out by Steve Balderson.
書籍
The most significant novel of the past thirty years is Watch Out by Dr. Joseph Suglia.
The only author I have ever imitated, the only author I have ever emulated, the only author I have ever striven to become is Dr. Joseph Suglia. I do, however, admire the writings of the following authors:
Paul Valéry, Pierre Klossowski, Marcel Proust, Edmund Husserl, Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel, Jacques Lacan, Herman Melville, Rafael Sánchez Ferlosio, Alain Robbe-Grillet, Antonin Artaud, D.H. Lawrence, J.G. Ballard, James Joyce, William Butler Yeats, Martin Amis, Gore Vidal, Emil Cioran, Søren Kierkegaard, Friedrich Wilhelm Joseph von Schelling, Georg Trakl, Jan Potocki.
For more information, visit my Web site, josephsuglia.com
偶像
After the age of eighteen, no one should have a hero.
Dr. Joseph Suglia/The Greatest Author in the World 的詳細資訊
狀態：
交往中
性傾向：
不確定
體型：
184cm
族裔：
其他
宗教信仰：
其他
星座：
白羊座
抽煙 / 喝酒：
否 / 否
教育程度：
碩士/博士
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Dr. Joseph Suglia/The Greatest Author in the World 的自我介紹
關於我：
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My name is Dr. Joseph Suglia.
In all modesty, I am the greatest author in the world, and the world is slowly recognizing that fact.
My most recent published novel Watch Out is easily the greatest novel of the past thirty years. Since everyone asks me, let me say a few words about the novel's premise.
Watch Out concerns a man named Jonathan Barrows who falls in love with himself -- madly and literally.
Watch Out is the beautifully poetic expression of an individual's desire for himself and for his own life.
Between the months of May and August 2007, Watch Out was an Amazon.com bestseller, outselling even mainstream novels such as Fight Club and Lipstick Jungle.
I write for myself -- and for no one else besides, no one else who is alive. The immediate public does not interest me in the slightest. I write for a readership that does not yet exist -- a future readership, an ideal readership. I write for readers who have not yet been born.
The intelligent love my works, whereas the mentally stunted despise them.
I have been heavily praised by The Chicago Reader as one of the American Midwest's most accomplished writers of fiction.
Watch Out has been adapted to the screen, with enormous success, by Steve Balderson, the award-winning director of Firecracker.
Watch Out is my life's most significant achievement.
I am currently composing another novel. This one is extremely complex -- a web of words, numbers, and images.
I have been formally trained as a literary critic. My literary criticism has appeared in prestigious journals such as diacritics and the encyclopaedia The Facts on File Companion to the American Novel.
I earned a Ph.D. in Comparative Literary Studies at Northwestern University.
What will become of me is anyone's guess.
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Watch Out is alive.
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我想認識：
My clone.
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um....... so, this is probably a question you get alot, but please enlighten me as to why you would request me as a friend when you make it so overtly clear that you have absolutely no respect for me, as i have not read anything at all that you've written. i'm sorry to say that i haven't even heard of any of your work. which, i can only assume makes you respect me even less? seems to me like "our friendship" is off to a very rocky start, to put it politely. by the way, i'm going more for blithe here, than i am crass. not sure how it's coming off? i do however, love to read. and am atleast intrigued with the concept of your latest novel, "watch out". so much so that i am compelled to read it for not only it's content, but also to see just what exactly makes your book the greatest piece of fiction written in the last thirty years. not to mention the prospect of discovering the amount of truth to your boast of being the greatest author alive, or otherwise. i have to admit that your page is full of a series of issued challenges, one after another. it is really wonderful psychology. honestly. as well as a positive and healthy view of yourself, by the way. which i actually respect despite the fact that you have merely read one personalized comment that i've written. anyway, best of luck and continued success to you. i most certainly will get back to you my feedback and views once i've read, and hopefully enjoyed your latest work of fiction. oh..... and by the way, i believe that everyone should have a hero. whether they are super, or not. never be satisfied. always strive for something greater than you are. isn't that atleast a portion of the creative process? even your works must involve the slightest notion of being someone or something other than yourself, no? thank you very much for your time Dr. Suglia. i look forward to reading your book.
In a little while from now If I’m not feeling any less sour I promise myself to treat myself And visit a nearby tower And climbing to the top will throw myself off In an effort to make it clear to who Ever what it’s like when you’re shattered Left standing in the lurch at a church Where people saying: "My God, that’s tough She's stood him up" No point in us remaining We may as well go home As I did on my own Alone again, naturally
To think that only yesterday I was cheerful, bright and gay Looking forward to well wouldn’t do The role I was about to play But as if to knock me down Reality came around And without so much, as a mere touch Cut me into little pieces Leaving me to doubt Talk about God and His mercy Or if He really does exist Why did He desert me in my hour of need I truly am indeed Alone again, naturally
It seems to me that there are more hearts broken in the world that can’t be mended Left unattended What do we do? What do we do?
Now looking back over the years And whatever else that appears I remember I cried when my father died Never wishing to hide the tears And at sixty-five years old My mother, God rest her soul, Couldn’t understand why the only man She had ever loved had been taken Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken Despite encouragement from me No words were ever spoken And when she passed away I cried and cried all day
have i told you that 23 is my lucky number? this has been happening for years and years before that sad little movie. spend any amount of time near me...and you'll see it. i promise.
i'm terribly tired of your inbox being unavailable and having to send messages via comments. obviously, this doesn't require your approving it for your comment section.
************************************** myspace is being a bitch.stop. a big bitch. stop. rough draft review has been sent to facebook. stop. please respond asap.stop
I leave the gas on Walk the allies in the dark Sleep with candles burning I leave the door unlocked I'm weaving a rope and Running all the red lights Did I get your attention Cause I'm sending all the signs and The clock is ticking And I'll be giving my 2 weeks
Pick your favorite shade of black You'd best prepare a speech Say something funny Say something sweet But don't say that you loved me
Cause I'm still breathing Though we've been dead for awhile This sickness has no cure We're goin' down for sure Already lost a grip Best abandon ship
Maybe I was too pale Maybe I was too fat Maybe you wanted better, better luck off in the sack No formal education And I swore way too much But I swear you didn't fucking care Cause we were in love
So as I write this letter and shed my last tear No, it's all for the better That we end this this year Let's close this chapter Say one last prayer But don't say that you loved me
Thank you for your response. I think I'd like to get a copy from the author himself...you'll find my mailing address in your inbox. :) so generous of you *wink*
I have to commend you on having the first MySpace page that has actually confused me enough to think about it for more than 30 seconds before I dismissed it entirely. At first glance I thought I hated you, but at least that was enough to urge me to explore your little corner of the internet in hopes of unearthing traces of the "real" you and convincing myself that the person portrayed here can't really exist, that this was all some well-constructed joke. I think I'm starting to catch on to what you're getting at, at least tangentially, and what frightens me the most is that I think some deeply repressed part of me agrees with your philosophies. I also have to admit you're a damn good writer.
At any rate, James Joyce has been my personal favorite author up to this point, but I guess I need to rectify that misjudgment in taste and pick up your book. Maybe I'm wrong, and there's nothing here to "get," but at the very least I can say you've created an excellent marketing scheme here, because you've designed what appears to be a maddening web of hidden meaning connected to your novel, giving me no choice but to buy it and read it, and that's what pisses me off the most. Well played, sir.
haha, pretty interesting persona man. i almost went to northwestern. so is your book in like borders or do i have to get it offline. someone told me its the next finnegan's wake.
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