- A dreary, rainy post-holiday here; let us hope the fireworks have ended so the dog’s life can go back to normal.
- Dave Schwartz on whether there are inherent differences between the novel and short story and what they might be.
- Theresa Duncan on why Kate Moss is "the desiring-machine embodied." I just find her to be a skinny chick who takes good pictures, but Duncan’s fascination with her is fascinating.
- The Devil Wears Prada: I thought it was a delightful fantasy, in which the fantasy world-building is most effectively engineered by every character in the movie pretending that Anne Hathaway isn’t approximately the size and weight of a stick. See also: Meghan and Lauren‘s takes.
- Get well, Ebert.
- The world’s favorite Happy Booker hosts two guest essays: Christy Zink’s on using history in fiction and Reb Livingston on being the asshole.
- The afterlife of Grover Krantz at the Smithsonian’s Museum of Natural History, amid his friends.
- A great review of Johnny Cash’s last recording. Several MP3s are included at the end of the review.
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That Duncan commentary on Moss is interesting. I note that I’m not the only person to have compared beauty to cocaine.
Hey Ted — Did you see this story on deja vu in the NYT? It seemed like something that might interest you.
Yes, I saw that. An interesting article. One thing that struck me as particularly sfnal was the reference to a woman who turned in her library card because she felt she had read everything on the shelves. It’s like a literalized metaphor for being unable to be surprised by fiction anymore.
You know, I really didn’t want to be stank about this, but all the print ads I’ve seen for The Devil Wears Prada make Anne Hathaway look like a really well-made-up drag queen. I mean, really good drag and all, but still – girl looks decidedly mannish. Like Brooke Hogan don’t stare at my Adam’s apple mannish. Meryl, on the other hand, looks delish.
fantasy world-building . . . pretending that Anne Hathaway isn’t approximately the size and weight of a stick
Almost as fantastical: her boyfriend giving her grief about her abusive working conditions, and he’s a . . . chef.
Because young assistant chefs in NYC clock out at 5pm, spend lots of quality time with their friends, and NEVER have to work for overbearing assholes.
Plus, we know he’s a movie star in real life.