Twitter, finally

Twitter, like Facebook, has never made sense to me outside of a way to promote oneself. Updating your status or twittering on about where you are and what you're doing seem to me to just be two more ways of showing off. Admittedly, so is blogging. At least with a blog there's a little more space, though. Despite all this, I finally got twitter last week, and all because I found out Bret Easton Ellis tweets. Pathetically, and in keeping with my fan boy leanings, I felt no dismay that he'd joined the twatosphere, just excitement that here was the real BEE, saying stuff, that I could read. I make no apologies about this. He's one of the very few greatest living writers, and the idea of him knocking out random thoughts on the internet was thrilling.

And random they were. The most recent at the time was a celebration of Salinger's death. In the face of lots of standard-type solemnity amongst all sorts of rent-a-quote dullards, Ellis said 'thank god,' and that it was 'party time.' Will's theory is that he must've been compared to Salinger since day one and is/was probably sick of it.

His last tweet is about Andrea Arnold. She made the film Red Road, which is truly excellent, and apparently her last, Fish Tank, is brilliant too. The tweet managed to combine praise of her film, praise of Quentin Tarantino's underrated 'Inglourious Basterds,' and a shameless reference to the misogyny I suspect is more commonly held than most men would admit.

This is a pure fanboy gush innit? Apologies