One of the only times I have ever pulled the “you don't know who (insert name here) is?” card was when I was discussing books, and somebody was going on and on about fucking Cormac McCarthy like he had written the Bible or something.
“Sorry bro, I think if I wanted an adequate Faulkner rip-off, I'd read Nick Cave's And the Ass Saw the Angel.”
“Who's Cave?”
Serious fucking armature this guy is/was, but I let go of things, and I pray that he's found time to put down his copy of The Road, and give The Death of Bunny Munro—Cave's upcoming novel—a chance.
