First: I was very sorry to read about the death of Joan Acocella. As I’ve said before, I always enjoyed reading her writing, particularly about dance (although I have no real interest in dance). And now, on to the regularly scheduled blog post. I am not, so far, excited by, or even interested in, […]
I don’t usually read the “Personal History” pieces in the The New Yorker. I mostly read the articles (I never read the fiction), based on whether a) the articles are about things that seem interesting, including (a New Yorker specialty) things that seem interesting but which I’ve never thought about in my life before, or […]
I was raised in a New Yorker family. We were New Yorkers, yes, but we were also devotees of the New Yorker magazine. The one story I ever submitted for publication was submitted to the New Yorker. (We had a family connection to the magazine, I have no memory of how. The story was rejected […]
Here are two interesting links. 1) “Stephen King: Can a Novelist Be Too Productive?“ It always seems werd to me that people dismiss writers who write “too much.” Picasso painted a lot of paintings, plus drawings and some other stuff, too. People seem to think he was pretty good. Bach, too. He composed a lot. […]
For me, the ultimate test of a magazine is that I often read articles about subjects that I’m not actually interested in, either because I learn things or just because they’re well written. I’ve talked before about how I always read Joan Acocella’s dance articles in the New Yorker even though I don’t care about […]
I don’t usually post during the week, but this really struck me. I just learned about Tavi Gevinson recently, and I was poking around the archives on her blog (Style Rookie) yesterday and found this entry. In which Tavi quotes Roger Ebert (to make a very good point), and Ebert in turn quotes Robert Altman. […]