Two small things for the end of the year

I. My whatsit, "The Freud Notebook," is available in somewhat jagged form at the Post Road website. An excerpt:

‘Rosa’s self-satisfaction was embarrassing and irritating, for he boasted that he had surpassed Michelangelo, and Passeri quickly changed the subject.’
—Born Under Saturn

(It's also in Post Road 17. Thanks to Hillary Chute!)

II. I chose two music-related books and a documentary-poetic work for The Millions' Year in Reading.

Shooting the Breeze

Over at The Millions, appropriately enough, there's information on the world's longest novel, Richard Grossman's Breeze Avenue. Four thousand (!) volumes, of 750 pages each...though it seems that not all of it is written, per se:

Thousands of pages of poetry are translated into other languages—among them, Hebrew, Chinese, American Sign Language and various programming languages— and then back translated to create interchangeable sub-elements of which Grossman claims there are 1,000,000.

The post also has a great Henry Darger quote I've never come across before (H.D.'s novel was 15,000+ pages long):

Darger is said to have commented: "This is what you can do when you have no radio or television."

(Via Conversational Reading.)