Driving Blind: Crime Fiction and Strange Bedfellows
“All the things which had uses. All the mountains which had names. We’ll give them new names, but the old names are there, somewhere in time…”
Noam Chomsky lists the many paths to disaster.
One he didn’t mention: delivering Pizzas by drone.
It could be a long, hot summer for those in the market for a house.
Zynga’s slash-and-burn approach to mobile gaming finds it caught between layoffs and stock drops.
Samual Goldman comments on an older essay by Michael Young on meritocracy, arguing that when it comes to the “dangerous illusion,” socialists, libertarians, and traditional conservatives are on the same page.
I know you’ve been waiting for the doughnut breakfast sandwich, and thankfully the wait is over.
Adrian McKinty compares crime fiction to punk rock, lauding the former as the “literature of the proletariat.”
A strange alliance brews between Justice Scalia and lefties over DNA swabs, and Jeffrey Rosen praises his dissenting opinion.
Adi Robertson explores Kindle Words and what Amazon gets wrong about the fan-fic genre and why people write it.
Throwback: David Wallace-Wells interview with Martin Amis from last summer in New York Magazine,
“The only time you came out with how worried you were in this war, the only time you fought it, this cold war, was when you were asleep, in your dreams. That’s where you did your army service, in your sleep. Eric Hobsbawm called it the contest of nightmares—a very good phrase, a deep phrase, because that’s what it was. Bad dreams from the Western bloc to the Eastern bloc.”