Literature is like pornography: no one can tell you what it is, but they know it when they see it. Such is the underlying assumption behind this cry for help from Arthur Krystal in the New Yorker, which allows him, among many other logically-suspect things, to claim unto literature’s greedy penumbra several works which are … Continue reading
There are those of us who are never, or rarely, without a book, no matter where we are or what we´re doing. Sometimes we´ll carry it around even though we know we aren´t going to have a chance to read it, our own little personal totem, if you will, that marks and protects us and … Continue reading
So, first and foremost, I think all involved agreed that last night’s Benefictions reading for victims of the Japanese earthquake/tsunami was a rousing success. We raised over $250, which will go to the Red Cross’ Japanese Earthquake Fund, and we had fun and looked good doing it. Mad props and special thanks to Kristina for … Continue reading
