The End of the Beginning
Los Angeles was different. No tear gas here: our elected representatives wanted us to be comfortable.
Los Angeles was different. No tear gas here: our elected representatives wanted us to be comfortable.
Faulkner tried the personae of mentor, father figure, and literary conduit in an effort to have a love affair that trumped the other roles.
A response to Glen David Gold’s piece
about William Faulkner and Joan Williams.
Writing can't be planned for or predicted, and when it happens, when the surge begins, it brings a satisfaction like nothing else.
Because riot police aimed their firearms at protesters’ faces, over 80 Egyptians lost one of their eyes.
He seemed poised at last for the first-class recognition he had worked for so vigorously his whole life.
On poetry and riot.
This play unfolds, as so many contemporary dramas now do, over the medium of email.
It is ironic that Ovid had barely finished his long poem when his exile was decreed.
Mugabe’s denials can and should now be read as a chilling reminder that the depths to which his regime has sunk today had already been charted
A Hack comic is a sheep in wolf’s clothing, “poking fun,” never “killing.” He is the jester who won’t risk the king’s displeasure.
By Nightfall, like The Hours, is chock full of literary reference, especially Thomas Mann (Death in Venice), not Virginia Woolf.
I wondered if O’Brien’s words, like explosive devices hidden in the humid jungles, had triggered these awful images, or if Iraq simply played forever in Mike’s head, a fractured repetitive loop.
The adventure in The Phantom Tollbooth doesn’t change; it’s the meaning we find in it that evolves.
Education is as close to a secular religion as we have in the United States.
On Occupy Cal and the fight over public education in California.