This past week I hand-delivered a massive block of writing from SF to Berkeley. It’s the sort of menial errand that internships are notorious for, but I usually perform these little unglamorous tasks with gusto, cheerfully. But 1200 pages? To Berkeley? If it weren’t for the recipient of this bricklike parcel, I may have bristled at the task. However! In a scratchy hand on a to-from sticker: “Greil Marcus”!
My internship is rewarding and joyless by turns. Most workdays involve phoning publishers, requesting review copies of books, fact checking, probably a burrito, maybe a mail run. Today I was asked to contribute a few entries to a fake bibliography that’s part of a forthcoming book. The biblio runs fully 5 pages, not including my additions, and half the titles have nothing whatever to do with the book. Favoritest assignment so far.
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