Blogger turned off support for FTP publishing last night. Another vanishing technology – serve me right for getting nostalgic about mailboxes.
Paul Auster’s The Locked Room brilliantly evokes a writer’s relationship with his mailbox.
The Necessary Beggar makes it clear what Palwick thinks a Christian attitude to homelessness, healthcare, and immigration would be.
The novel is filled with such analysis-defying brilliances. “In the aquarium of my memory, it is always late autumn.” What’s not to like?
Anything to do with Disch gets me down nowadays.
To Californians, England is a culture of understatement. To the English, California is a culture of overstatement. But from a more global perspective, both cultures are rather on the understated side of things.
In Reading in the Brain, Stanislas Dehaene asks “What does a macaque do with the brain areas that we now devote to reading?”
It’s exhilarating to find a novel in which such incommensurate world-views as Afrocentrism, veganism, and Catholicism are debated intelligently.
I just read Don’t Sleep, There Are Snakes, a book by Daniel L. Everett about his time with the Pirahã (pronounced pee-da-HAN) tribe in the Brazilian Amazon.
Events, tax day humor, and more.
I guess happy endings aren’t an organic feature of the stories ordinary people are driven to tell, but rather a constraint imposed on us by capitalist realism or socialist realism as the case may be?
There are TV shows that, if you just watch whatever episode happens to be on the air right now, might strike you as kind of gratuitous — but if you watch the episodes in sequence and in the right spirit, turn out to have literary depth.
‘Who’s that?’ she thought, gazing in the mirror at the feverish, scarred face with the strangely glittering eyes looking out at her.
There’s always terror at the edge of Wells’s vision, linked to his awareness of how much humanity has to lose.
On the Psychology of Military Incompetence is one of my favorite non-fiction books.