When the concept of evil has been dissected, it’s traditionally been under the supple lenses of art and religion rather…
I Can Read for Miles and Miles: Field Report from the Moby-Dick Marathon
Last weekend I went to the Moby-Dick marathon, an annual event in New Bedford, Massachusetts, where much of the landlubbing…
Pop-up Books: An Homage
Last week, as I was picking up some films from the library of my alma mater, the University of New…
His Light Materials: Puig, Film, and “Gruesome Tangos”
I hope some of you are reading and digging Manuel Puig’s Betrayed by Rita Hayworth. In my first post, I…
Plunging Puigward: Welcome to La Plata, Mosca
If you’ve been keeping up (or, like me, struggling to keep up) with the Big Other Book Club thus far,…
Good Old NeonLeaks: Transparency in Politics and Literature
The WikiLeaks story is dramatic on so many levels, with a character at center stage, Julian Assange, worthy of Shakespeare:…
Only a Loose Stevens Connection
I’ll be the first to admit I’m not playing with a full deck—mine’s missing the eight of clubs and the…
Jeans Are the Bass in the Rock Band of an Outfit
So, hey– New here on the blogroll–you may have seen me loitering about the comments, strewing opinion shrapnel–I wanted to…
A Sentence About a Sentence I Love, by Tim Horvath
“In Africa, you want more, I think.” —from Norman Rush’s Mating As sentences go, it’s not much, really—doesn’t plunge…