Sunday Morning! Beginning John Cheever
On a recommendation from a local poet, I have started reading the short stories of an American master of the form, and was greatly rewarded for the effort.
On a recommendation from a local poet, I have started reading the short stories of an American master of the form, and was greatly rewarded for the effort.
Harry Potter, both on screen and in the books, is also about the many iterations of motherhood, how it manifests, and the many ways in which it alters the world.
Murukami also reminds one of Kafka or Lynch in that he leaves many of his mysteries open and unexplained. Some will find this frustrating.
It did surprise me how much I did not know about the Spanish Civil War. It’s as if all trace of it is scrubbed from historical summaries of the leadup to WWII
Moving out after a breakup delayed me from posting on time about this biographical history of a famous literary breakup!
A lively trip around the world to compare how different cultures bring out their dead.
Destroy everything about this except it’s ears. It’s ears it keeps, and I’ll tell you why…
We have fooled ourselves into perceiving our technology as neutral, detached from our own biased and irrational ways.
This week I read two novels by Hubert Selby Jr. I’d never read him before. Selby buried me.
On a Japanese novel and film that deal in different ways with the social pressure to forget.
This is the biggest benefit of “Amusing Ourselves to Death:” its introduction into the world of deconstructing cultural mythology. What we take for granted, and oftentimes fail to see.
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.
In Avi Woolf’s Kevin Williamson’s Smallest World post, Brother Rufus wrote an insightful and incisive comment:
A radical libertarian manifesto that deserves to be taken seriously – and rejected. A Review of Kevin Williamson’s “The Smallest Minority: Independent Thinking in the Age of Mob Politics”
I suppose by middle age it’s high time I started with Balzac…
“The book was better” is not something I say very often, but it is no less true: books are a different medium and what works on the page my not work on the screen and vice versa.
On a posthumous novel by the great writer (and overwriter) from North Carolina.