Next, an Endowed Chair in Bodice-Ripping?
The older I get the more I think Karl Marx may have had it right when he wrote, “All that is solid melts into air, all that is holy is profaned,” and so on. A jaw-dropper of an article by … Read more »
View ArticleRomance Novels: My Happy-Ending Problem
In yesterday’s post about McDaniel College’s new program in genre fiction, I wrote myself out onto a high ledge by voicing my knee-jerk scorn of the romance novel. I was speaking, of course, from the...
View ArticleLoose Ends: More Mockingbird, Olaf Olaffson, Margaret Wise Brown, Marcia...
Fairly frequently I notice that a topic Kaze or I have blogged about turns up a few weeks down the road featured in another media outlet. Now, I’m under no illusion that the editors of the world are...
View ArticleI Am Waiting
It was the poet Wordsworth who said that in getting and spending we lay waste our powers. These days, Lord knows, I still do plenty of spending. As far as “getting” is concerned, well, I’m still...
View ArticleRemembering Johnny Cash
I’d love to be in Austin, Texas, Friday night this week. There’s a big 80th birthday bash concert for Johnny Cash labeled “We Walk the Line: A Celebration of the Music of Johnny Cash.” Older “outlaw...
View ArticleKaze: Through with Pauline Kael
A couple of Fridays ago I tucked myself in on the couch and watched, for the fourth or fifth time, The Red Shoes. I’m no expert on ballet movies, but my guess is that The Red Shoes is the most … Read...
View ArticleJohnny Cash: A Daughter’s Memories
This is turning into Johnny Cash Week at 317am. With his big memorial concert in Austin tonight, I can’t resist a second post on the singer, songwriter, and musician who brought me to that great...
View ArticleFifty Shades of Ambivalence
I’ve vowed not to write today’s post about the hot new novel Fifty Shades of Grey. My goal this week is to be the only book blogger in America not writing about what Katie Roiphe in a Newsweek cover...
View ArticleThe Man Who Knew Everyone
The most interesting thing I’ve read this week was an article in the New Yorker called “Diary of an Aesthete,” by Alex Ross. It’s about Count Harry Kessler, who, in 1868 “was born in Paris, the son of...
View ArticleKeep Smiling Through
Here’s the big news this week, gang: 317am will go on an indefinite hiatus after Kaze’s valedictory post tomorrow. Call it a sabbatical, call it a vacation, call it what Mark Twain would call an...
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