Story Me This
I’d never waited in angst for a book to be published before now.
The sense of multiple identities with which we live our lives is no accident.
As pitchers and catchers report in Arizona and Florida, a uniquely American season begins anew. The beauty of the sport of baseball has never been more poetically elegized than by former commissioner Bart Giamatti (you may know his son, Paul) in this essay, “The Green Fields of the Mind.” Play ball! It breaks your heart. [...]
Can we use sad music any way we see fit? Or does the disclosure of pain oblige us to think carefully about the way we listen?
From The New Republic: The Adults Aren’t Alright. I’m sorry, but from where I sit, it ain’t the young’uns having notable trouble setting barriers and using technology with any level of discretion, reserve, or common sense. Rather, every time you turn around, an ostensible grown-up has done something monumentally stupid like sexting his mistress, sending [...]
From The Guardian: Don’t Give Up the Day Job (a UK perspective). How does the average artist make a living? If you’re Damien Hirst, of course, you need only flog a couple of sharks in formaldehyde; if you’re Tracey Emin, an unmade bed will do. If you’re an actor, a well-publicised turn as Hamlet and near-omnipresence [...]
From the New York Times: Why Orwell Endures. And yet for all his fame and stature, Orwell remains elusive. For one thing, he is impossible to categorize. He was a great something — but a great what? Scarcely a great novelist: the prewar novels are good but not very good, and even “Animal Farm” and [...]