On a coworker who spent a summer drawing thousands of whales in chalk and the great work...
Rufus F.
Rufus is a likeable curmudgeon. He has a PhD in History, sang for a decade in a punk band, and recently moved to NYC after nearly two decades in Canada. He wrote the book "The Paris Bureau" from Dio Press (2021).
This week I rewatched the wonderful Robert Bresson film Pickpocket and realized it's one movie that plays...
On a recommendation from a local poet, I have started reading the short stories of an American...
A fellow who doesn't read much in the way of speculative fiction reads a wild novel about...
On Hubert Selby Jr's last novel and Robert Bresson's "Diary of a Country Priest", two portraits of...
This week, a bleak thriller from the 40s and a literary masterpiece that are both awash in...
On a surprisingly affecting short film in which stop-motion animated animals sing of their existential anxieties while...
Murukami also reminds one of Kafka or Lynch in that he leaves many of his mysteries open...
This week, I finally watched a marvelous landmark of world cinema: Satyajit Ray's "Apu Trilogy"
Moving out after a breakup delayed me from posting on time about this biographical history of a...
A lively trip around the world to compare how different cultures bring out their dead.
Taking a look at a fantastic documentary about one of the world's most singular filmmakers and one...
This week I read two novels by Hubert Selby Jr. I'd never read him before. Selby buried...
On Carlos Reygadas's strangely sincere, beautiful, and deeply spiritual movie about infidelity among the Mennonites.
A (fairly) recent movie asks if God can forgive us for what we've done to His creation.
On a Japanese novel and film that deal in different ways with the social pressure to forget....
The Balzac streak continues with a supernatural tale built on the fantastical conceit that our energies can...
Here's a book that takes cultural essay writing to a whole other level.
A day late and a dollar short with two stories of the rake's progress.
I suppose by middle age it's high time I started with Balzac...
