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Why Read Nonfiction?
Over at The Utne Reader, Keith Goetzman asks a question originally posed by John D’Agata, “Do we read (nonfiction) to receive information, or do we read it to experience art?”
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A FAN’S NOTES, The Rumpus Sports Column #21: Skiing With Rifles
“It’s not a sport if you can play it with a beer in one hand.”
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NancyKay Shapiro: The Last Book I Loved, The Brontës Went to Woolworths
There is nothing else quite lik Rachel Ferguson’s The Brontës Went to Woolworths, in which a family of sisters and their widowed mother in 1920s London live a most unusual life of the mind. The Carne family are arty and…
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How Often Do You Check It?
Numbers from Nielsen prove what most of us already knew: “Facebook is the web’s ultimate timesink.” That’s right, the average Internet user spends more time on Facebook “than on Google, Yahoo, YouTube, Microsoft, Wikipedia and Amazon combined.”
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“There is no such thing as bad whiskey…”
“‘The maddening thing about Bill Faulkner,’ recalled Random House founder Bennett Cerf in his memoir At Random, ‘was that he’d go off on one of those benders, which were sometimes deliberate, and when he came out of it, he’d come…
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Movies, Briefly: The Wages of Fear (1953)
Just how intense is The Wages of Fear? This movie didn’t just make my palms sweat; it made the soles of my feet sweat too. Either I’ve got a glandular problem or this is one suspenseful movie.
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Literary Fashionables: The Junky and The New Journalist
Today’s two Literary Fashionables traveled in distinct social settings at the time of their rise to literary fame. One moved with exiles, hustlers and runaways in Paris, Mexico and Tangier and wrote experimental fiction. The other moved to Vogue out…
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“I tell you, this station will be operational as planned…”
Directed energy missile defense works, for the first time.
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Morning Coffee
A little architecture porn to start your day, coming to you from Turkey, Japan, and Wayne Coyne’s heroin soaked brain. Evidently there is some sort of sporting event going on right now. Here are some commemorative stamps. Dead fly art…
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Punk Rock Literati: Wells Tower and Hellbender
In June 1964 Hunter S. Thompson wrote a, for lack of a better word, gonzo letter to President Lyndon Johnson from the Holiday Inn in Pierre, South Dakota