Category: reading
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Not really a question: is it any wonder that I began this book while flying to California, the place where palm trees first took root in my imagination. But a… more ›
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When Salvador Dalí was asked about Fred Halstead’s fisting classic L.A. Plays Itself showing at MoMA, he is said to have exclaimed, “New information for me.” If, like Dalí, fisting… more ›
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Since starting To the Lighthouse I’d been noticing all kinds of references to subjects and objects, which was prompted chiefly by this passage: Whenever she [Lily] “thought of his [Mr.… more ›
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Else Lasker-Schüler’s novela The Nights of Tino of Baghdad came to me a couple of weeks ago. It’s free to anyone who subscribes to the Rixdorf Editions newsletter, and it’s… more ›
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“A figure dressed in white, walks along the white line in the middle of the highway. He becomes visible only when sporadically lit by the headlights of on-coming cars.” From… more ›
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The best writing sends you down random rabbit holes toward other great writing. Such was the case with a 1940 play by Cao Yu entitled Peking Man, which I first… more ›
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It was years—decades even—from the time I first read Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot before seeing a production of it. In that time, and really since the beginning, I was fascinated with… more ›
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“Between you and me is not only a rocket trajectory, but also a life.” When asked about my thoughts regarding Gravity’s Rainbow, I responded that it easily has become one… more ›