In our afternoon reading: a playlist from Karl Taro Greenfeld, new writing by Olivia Laing, and much more.
Afternoon Bites: Ursula K. Le Guin Remembered, Terese Marie Mailhot on “Bluets,” Martin Amis, Dark Blue’s Latest, and More
In our afternoon reading: a remembrance of Ursula K. Le Guin, fiction by Lydia Davis, and much more.
Morning Bites: Morgan Jerkins Interviewed, Scott Esposito Nonfiction, Sandra Allen’s Playlist, and More
In our morning reading: an interview with Morgan Jerkins, an essay by Scott Esposito, and much more.
Nothing succeeds like excess in fiction — excess, and the inevitable downfall it foreshadows. You realize that all the sexual escapades and expensive art that Joris-Karl Huysmans’s dandy protagonist in À rebours racks up won’t fill the massive void in his soul, that the sprawling and ornate Gilded Age homes around Fifth Avenue in Edith Wharton’s novels hide dark secrets within their walls, and the gin at Gatsby’s house parties will have to stop flowing sooner rather than later. The good times, […]
Morning Bites: Marlon James, Alexander Chee on Martin Amis’s Latest, The Pop Group Reviewed, and More
In our Thursday morning reading: the year’s best albums according to Pitchfork, an interview with Marlon James, Alexander Chee talks Martin Amis, a look at the popularity of essays, and more.
Afternoon Bites: Marlon James Interviewed, Cookie Mueller, Raymond Pettibon Baseball Cards, Will Oldham, and More
Checking in with Marlon James, thoughts on Will Oldham’s discography, a review of Martin Amis’s new novel, a new book about Cookie Mueller, and more.
Morning Bites: Eula Biss, John Coltrane’s “Offering,” Peter Mendelsund on Cover Design, “Eraserhead” Revisited, and More
Checking in with Eula Biss, thoughts on Eraserhead, revisiting a John Coltrane live recording, Damian Barr and Hilary Mantel talk Thatcher, and more.
The audience brims with British gents young and old. Geezers with smoke-crinkled sinews mix with Hugh Jackman lookalikes in Tom Ford specs, chrome neckties, and the pale blues of Futures traders. In front of all of them sit mostly women aged fifty and over, hedged with me in the front rows. “I’ve been coming to readings for years,” says one. “I used to have the biggest crush on George Plimpton.” Her friend pipes up. “Mine was on Tyrone Power, but […]