woody allen
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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Never Really Alone
Blood and smoke and broken windows aren’t the only images out of Baltimore (though they sure do get good ratings).
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When It Rains, It Pours
Whether you’re singing, dancing, or making out with Spiderman, there’s something different about doing things in the rain. In an excerpt from her book Rain: A Cultural and National History published at Salon, Cynthia Barnett analyzes rain as a narrative…
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The Age of Knowledge
Lately, the news about Woody Allen has been flooding social media outlets. It’s “as if we are playing a national game of Clue,” our very own essays editor, Roxane Gay, writes in a piece featured on Salon. As people pore over…
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Can We Separate The Art From The Artist?
“The problem with art is, because we love it so much, we put the artists who created it on pedestals and we believe they cannot fail because, in some corner of our mind, we’ve formed a relationship with them and…
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Exit Music
We know one another’s stories—so S can complain about her husband and I can bitch about my kids without a lot of caveats. We converse in fragments, in the moments the band has gone quiet, yet still understand one another.
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From Weed to Worm
Letters of Note shares four letters from Woody Allen that appear in Diane Keaton’s recent memoir, Then Again. “Don’t be fooled by THE ARTS! They’re no big deal; certainly no excuse for people acting like jerks & by that I…
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THE EYEBALL: Vicky Cristina Barcelona
When you grow up being called a faggot by farm boys because you like to read books, Woody Allen can appear as something of a savior. That’s my story, anyway. Allen’s early films with their broad appeal mean that even…