Already a chill should spider down your spine at the idea of anyone having to read David Brooks, but of the dreary pieces in the latest issue of The Atlantic (which included a suspiciously timed profile of Ringo Starr (this and the announced casting for the Beatles biopics within the
I have very little to say this week because I've been caught entirely by this small moment in "Gravity's Rainbow," where Webley Silvernail speaks so tenderly to the caged mice that his unit experiments on. He tells them: "I would set you free,
In "The New York Review of Books," (which is still printed in a charming and fatass 10½ x 14½ format) Nicole Eustace raises important questions about history-telling in her review of Pekka Hämäläinen’s nonfiction book, "Indigenous Continent: The Epic Contest for North America." Hämäläinen’s
I didn't read shit this week. ...Okay, that's not 100% true, but what I did read has already been covered, and the world really, really doesn't need another "Gravity's Rainbow" blog because, perhaps unsurprisingly, there are already many out there—
Last week I learned that William Faulkner wrote a collection of six short crime mysteries that all feature his own Southern Gothic version of Agatha Christie's Hercule Poirot—a "Gavin Stevens" who serves as the prosecuting attorney for the imaginary Yoknapatawpha County outside of Jefferson, Mississippi—
This week, after being sent nearly into a coma by a never-ending stream of AI-enabled, Studio Ghibli-fied normie wish fulfillment ("Here's me as someone interesting!" they cheered), I read a review in The Atlantic about the non-fiction book "Integrated: How American Schools Failed Black Children,
The CEO of OpenAI, Sam Altman, revealed this month that the company had trained a new artificial intelligence model that is "good at creative writing," and, predictably after posting the model's handiwork, everybody made fun of it. we trained a new model that is good at
Mania is stretching vinelike across this country and I'm having trouble slipping past its knots, but if ever there was a novel to provide context, "Gravity's Rainbow," by Thomas Pynchon, does marvelously. "Gravity's Rainbow" is an infinite numbers of things
Update: A version of this newsletter was submitted to The Atlantic on March 12. On display at the Autry Museum of the American West in Los Angeles is a document from California's genocide. It is a paid bond of $100, issued by the State of California, to raise
More than 10 years ago, a conspiracy theory emerged that the CIA, in efforts to tamp down the threat of Communism during the Cold War, funded the emerging—and eventually behemoth—Iowa Writers' Workshop, entangling pencraft with political statecraft so that, according to one former graduate's account,
Modern guidance warns against "mixed metaphors"—no beating that horse when it gets there—but exceptions appear with enough reading. Again we're talking about William Gibson's "Neuromancer," which, after completing, I can say in full praise is the finest pulp novel ever
None of you told me this book was good and I'm very mad about that. Yes, I know it's a seminal work of science fiction, and yes, I know that "The Matrix" borrows lovingly from it, and yes, I know that William Gibson is