See, I always thought the relationship between Nick and Jordan was unconvincing because Nick was in love with Gatsby… And there’s that throwaway quasi-homosexual encounter Nick’s involved in near the beginning of the book. And the fact that Jordan is often described as being like a cadet, or being boyish…
Jessa thinks there is something wrong with this sentence: “The life and works of the author, who died a spinster at the age of 41 in 1817…” I wonder what it ever could be.
In case you haven’t been paying attention…
Wow. Just wow.
If the legal department of the publishing house is insisting on changes, you’d assume it would be juicy, right? Yeah, you’d think. But honestly, does anyone not from Canada follow hockey?
Wednesday: if you get bored with the science, you can always go play bocce!
I, for one, am always kindly inclined towards the young men on the subway reading philosophy (especially if it’s Wittgenstein, Quine, Arendt or Aristotle).
With all due respect, Mr. Anderson, I am not entirely sure it isn’t a correlation, especially given that those who play video games are a self-selecting population. Also, let’s please not compare video games to cigarettes. Goodness. Next he’ll be telling me that reading Bukowski will make me a womanizing alcoholic.
Chicago: where corruption is an art form.
Frieda Hughes on Sean O’Brien’s portrait of the artist as a crashing bore. Clearly O’Brein was not attending this reading.
“The 85-year-old is a Pulitzer Prize winner and former U.S. poet laureate, often cited as an heir to Robert Frost and other New England writers.”