This week, Notre Dame woefully dongs its bell tower, with each member of the proud college’s football phalanx feeling like a true Quasimodo. A crushing 42-14 defeat in Monday’s bowl-game-of-all-bowl-games to Forrest Gump’s alma mater inspired many an armchair Lombardi nationwide to – in ways both fair and callous – damn the Fighting Irish as faux-contenders. “Unfit to the cleats of several squads arguably more deserving of BCS title game contention,” says some easily imagined surly grump.
Indexing: Hodgman & Balzac, NYRB Classics, William Faulkner disciples, Walton Ford, Martin Amis, and more
A roundup of things consumed by our contributors. Jason Diamond I went to Walton Ford’s opening at the Paul Kasmin Gallery a month or so ago, and became pretty obsessed with his work. I guess I’m including this because the exhibition closes on December 23rd, and if you’re in New York, I want you all to see it.
How Samuel Beckett Rolls
New issue of Bookforum is great. One of the better reviews of Emily Gould’s book I’ve read; Van Gogh, Adam Thirlwell, Seymour Krim and Nathanael West make appearances. I gotta admit that I was sold on the cover of Mr. Samuel Beckett pimpin’ it in the sunshine.