Monthly Archives: March 2014

Telegraph Avenue. Michael Chabon. Harper Perennial, Toronto. 2012. F; 3/14 America! I feel very fortunate to have been able to enjoy its magnitude, complexity, dream, wonderful cities, and its literature, but also to observe its decline, all comfortably in or returning … Continue reading →

March 2014. I had heard of this restaurant and driven past it over the years, my dad once mentioning it as a fine dining destination, but somehow we never ate there. Alongi we are told is a Sicilian opera singer … Continue reading →

Snow. Louis MacNeice. Various collections 1940-1960s approx. Poetry, 1965 approx. A friend has sent me a subscription to The New Criterion, a periodical containing educated diatribes on art and other subjects from a right-of-center perspective. John F Kennedy, for example, … Continue reading →

The Flame Throwers. Rachel Kushner. Scribner New York, 2013. F; 2/14. I imagine how I read fiction depends on two things. The form and content (the thing itself) and the art gallery experience which I’ve described elsewhere. Both of them … Continue reading →