So, I say no. Mostly. At least occasionally. I often Instapaper to assuage my guilt. (Occasionally, I email links to friends to achieve the same goal.) But more and more I am coming to accept the fact that I'll never be able to read even a corner of the internet, let alone the whole thing.
And that's also why I avoid reposting stuff from these sources here. Mostly because it's pointless (why would you come here to find it?). But also because I don't want to pass that guilt forward.
However. I was so utterly charmed by this letter from Raymond Chandler to his agent about science fiction that I for once am not resisting:
6005 Camino de la Costa
La Jolla, California
Mar 14 1953
Dear Swanie: Playback is getting a bit tired. I have 36,000 words of doodling and not yet a stiff. That is terrible. I am suffering from a very uncommon disease called (by me) atrophy of the inventive powers. I can write like a streak but I bore myself. That being so, I could hardly fail to bore others worse. I can't help thinking of that beautiful piece of Sid Perelman's entitled "I'm Sorry I Made Me Cry."
Did you ever read what they call Science Fiction? It's a scream. It is written like this: "I checked out with K19 on Aldabaran III, and stepped out through the crummalite hatch on my 22 Model Sirus Hardtop. I cocked the timejector in secondary and waded through the bright blue manda grass. My breath froze into pink pretzels. I flicked on the heat bars and the Brylls ran swiftly on five legs using their other two to send out crylon vibrations. The pressure was almost unbearable, but I caught the range on my wrist computer through the transparent cysicites. I pressed the trigger. The thin violet glow was icecold against the rust-colored mountains. The Brylls shrank to half an inch long and I worked fast stepping on them with the poltex. But it wasn't enough. The sudden brightness swung me around and the Fourth Moon had already risen. I had exactly four seconds to hot up the disintegrator and Google had told me it wasn't enough. He was right."
They pay brisk money for this crap?
[Originally posted on Letters of Note]