THE INTELLECTUAL SITUATION
Too Much Sociology
Think back to the first time you heard someone casually talk of “cultural capital” at a party, usually someone else’s inglorious pursuit or accrual of it.
No minority presence in the US is more reassuring, or less likely to get angry or acknowledge your antiblack racism.
Released, unprotected, into the dark fields of the republic, we would find new things to say and, with luck, new people to say them to.
All network programming has been preempted for this story, and this frightens me almost as much as the continual buzz of helicopters over the house.
The Story of My Purity
I gave anyone who found fault with the opinions of Pope Ratzinger a mouthful, and turned up my nose if anyone made dirty jokes; in short I was totally committed, in my own way, to becoming a saint.
Tarnac, General Store
Bauer was at his office when one of his clerks showed him a suggestion from Amazon: “If you’ve enjoyed these other works, you would love The Coming Insurrection.”
What Do You Desire?
Penny was small, just over five feet tall, with full natural breasts, milky white skin, and a chin-length bob of cornsilk blond. Her eyes were the rich azure of a blue raspberry Blow Pop.
The Merce Cunningham Archives
Choreographers like Cunningham may want preservation to be impossible. They want to remember dances the way we remember people who have died—framed by loss and yet perfect, “as they were.”
Heads Ain’t Ready
I had no plans, and my high school friend Rob told me that he was moving to New York with his friend Al “to rock.” That was enough for me—it gave me some purpose.
Ascetic in its forms and rigorously unpleasant in its subject matter, the films this unacknowledged movement has produced suggest that the only honest and decent thing for art to do is inflict pain.
On Alice Munro
The child who appears in the four stories of the “Finale” understands that she must be like her father in order to survive her childhood, and like her mother in order to transcend it.
On Étienne Balibar
Balibar was proposing in effect that Marx offered no providential assurance that things would work out in the end. This was Marxism without a Book of Revelation.
A. S. Hamrah
Film Chronicle 2012
Making a film featuring the music of Benjamin Britten and a biblical flood so you will get the chance to see a 12-year-old girl dancing in her underwear is a perfect example of going the long way around the barn. And the barn is the perfect color.