One Motherfucker of a Narrative
Understandably, many people are distraught and distracted by the tawdry reality television nightmare emanating from Washington.
Understandably, many people are distraught and distracted by the tawdry reality television nightmare emanating from Washington.
Sadly, the news cycle has been laden with reports and opinings relating to the nightmare Bedlamite regime that hastens over the American Empire.
The times are about to get darker—which calls for resistance and well-conceived dissidence.
Skillful and tasteful aggregation has great utility in this overabundance.
"Creating some kind of art...is as close to leaving your brain behind in a jar as you're going to get."
"There is a strange and abiding prestige, a strange and abiding cultural juice that comes from being a writer. Having seen the reality of it, it doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to me."
Historian and publisher of the renascent Baffler magazine, John H. Summers has not exactly taken a direct route to heading a publication whose significance he compares to Dwight Macdonald's mid-century journal, Politics.
Self-described "aging Celtic scribe" Pete Hamill is, in the argot of our time, an old-school journalist and writer. Born in Brooklyn during the 20th century's Great Depression, he was a high school dropout whose first interests were in the visual arts.
Diligently and exhaustively researched, Okrent’s Last Call makes clear the numerous and varied parts to the complex story of America’s “noble experiment” to outlaw the sale, manufacture and transportation of alcoholic beverages.
Had he only published his gadfly magazine, The Realist, he would be worthy of high praise and attention, but Krassner continues to ply his subversion in books and other places.