Iker Casillas begs to differ. So Stephanie Zacharek used her review of the film adaptation of The Road to bash the original source material. There’s no accounting for taste, but does Cormac McCarthy really have a “he-man streak”? And even if he does… why is that bad? I rarely agree with Zacherek’s reviews, though IContinue reading “Cormac McCarthy’s “faux-arty machismo”? Say what?”
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Because the apartment nearly went up in flames today
Here’s an awesome LotR fanvid: There’s something about Gollum’s last moments that will always scream “T2” for me. (I’m filing this post under “Good News,” because the apartment did not catch fire after all, and the strapping electricians even got our lights back on after a certain point. There was just a lot of smokeContinue reading “Because the apartment nearly went up in flames today”
“Do you like being unhappy?” “Do you like the fact that rain is wet?”
No one single instant of it was unendurable. Here was a second right here: he endured it. What was undealable-with was the thought of all the instants all lined up and stretching ahead, glittering… – David Foster Wallace. Someone asked me recently if I “like” being unhappy. It’s a strange and, at the same time,Continue reading ““Do you like being unhappy?” “Do you like the fact that rain is wet?””
Depression: at the Black Gate with Anton Chekhov and Leroy Jenkins
I admire Chekhov, and not just for his writing, and not just because he was startlingly hot either. To paraphrase Ivan Bunin, Chekhov was not a little bitch. Even when he knew he was dying from TB, he didn’t whine hysterically from the pages of Russian literary journals. He didn’t ask his readers for hugs.Continue reading “Depression: at the Black Gate with Anton Chekhov and Leroy Jenkins”
Marshrutka moment: ducks in a row
Crappy phone camera, crappy light, good subjects. It’s rare to have three intense young men in a marshrutka, in a row, and none of them swearing at a girlfriend over his mobile or something jarring like that. It’s rare – or maybe I don’t keep my eyes peeled all that much. He is not halfContinue reading “Marshrutka moment: ducks in a row”
Natalia A. 