Spirit is iffy, but the flesh is here
I’m back in New York, at least for now, but while I catch up you’re better off checking my Twitter feed than waiting on the RSS.
I’m back in New York, at least for now, but while I catch up you’re better off checking my Twitter feed than waiting on the RSS.
The first part of my Culture Diary — chronicling things I read, watched, and did the week before last — is up at The Paris Review Daily. Featured: Muriel Spark, Kingsley Amis, Sam Lipsyte, Damages, Jenny Diski, Jimmy Buffett, Rebecca West, Panir Sabzee, Jonathan Franzen, alcoholic beverages… The silence around here may continue for a little while. I’m unexpectedly in . . .
Oxford American’s fifth annual Best of the South issue includes my ode to Miami’s Biltmore Hotel, which I grew up thinking was haunted and later trespassed in to try to find out. Obviously that’s the hotel, above, and here’s another old South Florida postcard showing a view of the canal. My childhood wasn’t all long afternoons of slow-flowing water and . . .
ThermoPoetics contends that some ideas about nature — and thermodynamics in particular — manifested themselves in literature before being articulated scientifically. (Via.)