Here, I might write something about the artist almost engaged in life. Or not. * * * * * * For now, this: // < ![CDATA[ // < ![CDATA[ // < ![CDATA[ // < ![CDATA[ // < ![CDATA[ // < ![CDATA[ // < ![CDATA[ // < ![CDATA[ writePost(); // ]]> Bob Dylan Photo: Barry Feinstein NYTs ... more »
Monday, Oct. 5, 2009 10:06 PDT Girl, you’ll be a bloodthirsty gladiator soon “Girl in the Arena” is like nothing you’ve ever read. Lise Haines’ new novel is about the rise of a modern gladiator culture in America, in which fights... more »
It’s true, people write some dull sop on Face Book. There’s the business about eating a grilled cheese sandwich, or brushing one’s hair and darn the brush just broke, or hanging a coat on a plastic hanger. Of course…if you... more »
I talk, perhaps more than I should, about how writing works. My students are patient to put up with the ongoing stream of consciousness on the subject. One of the central things I try to convey is: It’s not like... more »
There’s no middle ground when it comes to finding the right tool to do the job. Either the hammer is properly balanced or it isn’t. The gizmo that opens the jar lid delivers a swift release of pressure and that... more »
Okay, the outburst. No one’s feeling badly for Taylor Swift’s career, so this might not be the time to feel sorry for her, but Kanye definitely took away that moment. She will not have that particular moment again. It is... more »
From the NYTs: Today’s idea: Anxiety over the future of the West probably lies behind the publication of so many books on the fall of the Roman Empire, a historian says. Ed Alcock for The New York Times Look over your... more »
In my apartment, you will find a Jessie the Yodeling Cowgirl doll. Maybe you’ve seen Toy Story II? If you pull the string sunk into her back and let her rip, you will hear Joan Cusack’s high trill, –Hey Partner, there’s... more »
Maybe…we all have an avatar inside, waiting to get out. A different self with a limited social filter and maybe a pair of wings, or true biceps. The self that has the tattoos we don’t want to suffer for, the... more »
When I was nineteen or twenty, I came back from college one summer to live at home. Our three-story walkup was on the north side of Chicago, had no AC, and the only way to get through that kind of... more »
