The prevailing idea that an artist’s work speaks for itself isn’t contradicted by the basest of interviews — the survey — but it could be another canvas on which to paint.
Despite all the trappings of New York’s literary world, I missed basketball.
This Is The Part Where Amazon Doesn’t Jump The Shark
Amazon has released an app called “Price Check” that allows Smart Phone users to compare the prices of books in bookstores to the prices of books on Amazon. Because Amazon sells books at a loss and bookstores need to make a profit to stay in business, Amazon will always win.
Open World: What Skyrim Taught Me About Unemployment
It was just me and Skyrim. I had not stepped outside for five days. There was no pavement, no train to catch. Just a series of missed calls, a tall pile of dishes, and a dragon needing to be slain.
I was first introduced to Krautrock by a homeless guy in Frankfurt. He was bragging about experimental German bands that he had met in the 1970s. Kraftwerk. Neu! Cluster. Faust. CAN. Tangerine Dream.
In lieu of their regular end-of-the-year Mean Week (which is exactly what you think it is), HTML Giant has been running a Tournament of Bookshit, a literary competition between “book related shits” set against each other in an NCAA-style bracket.
Twitter is Wonderful. Twitter is Terrible.
Twitter is wonderful. It allows me to talk to Sean Parker and Kevin Durant. It helps social movements organize. It’s an excellent way to keep up with breaking news. Mostly, though, Twitter is terrible.
“Could people talk about books with the same timely intensity that they do the latest episode of ‘Mad Men’ or ‘Top Chef’?”
What a great doorway to pass through into another world — a world that Dorothy wasn’t nearly appreciative enough to be romping through, I thought. Kansas without the tornado looked more hellish.
“A hundred meals and zero shits.” Keith Gessen’s account of his recent O.W.S. related arrest and incarceration has its heart in its bowels.