I. Whooooo are you? Who-who? Who-who? Awwww….who the fuck are you? No one has an identity crisis like the English. Visit modern London, and it seems that all the best things about the place have been stolen from elsewhere – the Elgin Marbles, lamb curry, Irish pubs. All these, the spoils of Britain’s vast dusk-defying […]
“Like her second CD, When the Pawn … , the full title of which, at 90 words, appeared, to her pride, in the Guinness Book of World Records, this album’s title is a sort of proverb: The Idler Wheel Is Wiser / Than the Driver of the Screw / And Whipping Cords Will Serve You More / Than Ropes Will Ever Do. For […]
I visited New York City over this past Labor Day weekend as an implementation of my unofficial ‘Visit NYC Once Per Year’ Plan. This trip, of course, would only be the second instance of the plan, because the first time I ever visited NYC was in April 2011. But there’s a certain gravity with the […]
If I close my eyes hard enough, maybe adding some pressure with my thumb and forefinger, I see glints of technicolor atop infinite darkness. I’m transported back to fourth grade, a field trip to the planetarium. Library-quietness hangs in the air inside the auditorium. The seats are plush and recline and swallow up the children. […]
Jacob Singer: The fourth section of this novel worked me over. What I mean by thatis I felt like a piece of dough being worked in a repetitivemotion—except it wasn’t physical at all –it was all mind and soul.Rape, anal rape, murder, unrecognizable corpses found by a road, etc.Bolaño isn’t sentimental about how death looks. […]
