~ Mary McCarthy, Memories of a Catholic Girlhood
Speaking of metaphors, Whitney Balliett is like MO'N and Dr Cope a master of describing unusual connections such as his take on the great tenor saxophonist Ben Webster (Collected Works: A Journal of Jazz 1954-2000, 2000): “In a slow ballad number, Webster’s tone is soft and enormous, and he is apt to start his phrases with whooshing smears that give one the impression of being suddenly picked up by a breaker and carried smoothly to shore.”
Still wondering why Media Dragon does not have comments .... and some blogs get rid of the comments? Here’s David Lat’s in-depth look at the issue. (Spoiler alert: it’s because they were terrible) [Washington Post]
One is always tracking down something, pursuing tidbits of information, turning hunches into certainties or dead ends. One develops an instinct for the promising and the futile. The internet is a blessing, of course, but also a lazy man’s curse, lending the appearance of learning when we are merely fact-czeching clerks ... We no longer smuggle lonely samizdat stories we no longer break teeth or have our teeth broken in fights ... We read old obituaries such the one in 1997 Re Andrei Sinyavsky
All the Sad, Broke, Literary Men Helaine Olen, Slate
A new pop-up restaurant coming to central London this summer will give diners the option to eat in the nude.
The Bunyadi, which is opening in June for three months, will be split into clothed and unclothed sections, and even feature staff in the nude with certain body parts covered up, Time Out reports.The concept is already wildly popular. So far, nearly 4,000 people have signed up for tickets on the restaurant’s website
The Coetzee archives. “All writing is autobiography,” he likes to say. But how much could he bear to reveal in his own papers?... Papers
Zbigniew Herbert’s Barbarian in the Garden is like our “Memories of Village on the edge of the Forrest Hurstville circa 2004-2006"
“I pocket both note-book and Job's iPhone... It’s time for the most pleasant item on the schedule—loafing around,
“wandering aimlessly, a guest of perspective,
“looking at exotic workshops and stores: the locksmith’s, a travel office,
“drinking wine in the darkest spots: Chez Tax,
“smiling at ironies in exile”
“The Antipodeans are a rich nation.”
(Memories of Christian Tania Irena ...)
The signature literary genre of the Stalinist era was the production novel: outsider at a factory solves a problem. Bohumil Hrabal was a master of the form...
“Contemporary criticism is positively crowded with first-person pronouns, micro-doses of memoir, brief hits of biography. Critics don’t simply wrestle with their assigned cultural object; they wrestle with themselves, as well. “ The Walrus: Who Cares as we are dead men women walking literary amen!?
Like everyone else who pays the slightest attention to theater in America, I was neither surprised nor displeased that this year’s Pulitzer Prize for drama went to Hamilton, about whose overwhelming excellence I have long been on record. I do, however, want to offer a cultural footnote to yesterday’s announcement, one that says something revealing about how journalism works in the age of the social media Terry Teachout
While “What Would Jesus Do” might not be a completely adequate principle of advocacy, lawyers who try cases, to juries in particular, can learn a lot from Jesus’s storytelling tradition.
Look to a rabbi to see how to advocate