Oh, Internet. You’re so damn handy.
A couple of minutes ago, I reached this passage in Tao Lin’s Richard Yates:
Dakota Fanning asked if Haley Joel Osment wanted music. He said he did and she put on music. He lay on the bed and covered his face with a blanket. They listened to “Tripped” by Neva Dinova which Haley Joel Osment had emailed to Dakota Fanning a few weeks ago saying it was one of his favorite songs. He moved his arm in the air and Dakota Fanning touched his hand. He held her body and they listened to another song.
We’ve reached a point where we could choose to take it for granted, but I’m grateful to have the means to type “neva denova tripped” into Google and have Google ask me “Did you mean: neva dinova tripped” and then click on a video of “Jake and Roger from Neva Dinova playing Tripped at a record store in Austin.” I can only guess that people like Nicholas Carr who think I’m ruining myself with detours like this one are blessedly immune to the nag of not knowing whether Tao Lin’s characters are listening to a polka or a ballad or some drywall-wrecking beat. Good for them.
