Proust for all
From the journalist Cath Pound, some encouragement to read Proust: “Why the world’s most difficult novel is so rewarding” (BBC).
Orange Crate Art
Today’s Saturday Stumper
“Mainly?”
A rotten sardine
A line from My Little Pony: A New Generation.
A woman in a window
From Where the Sidewalk Ends (dir. Otto Preminger, 1950), the eerie image of a woman (Grayce Mills) in her basement apartment, drowsing in a chair as her radio plays classical music.
Deresiewicz on leaving academia
A cautionary tale about the academic humanities, from graduate study to the tenure track.
Gravity and Dan Price
Ending badly.
Abdul Wadud (1947–2022)
The cellist was seventy-five and long retired from music. The New York Times has an obituary.
“I always liked poetry”
Molly Bloom thinks: Her husband, a poet? Nah. But what about Stephen Dedalus? From the “Penelope” episode.
Digging Troy
I can think of one other heist film in which a criminal mastermind invokes Troy in his scheming.
Parody? Not parody?
“The result is a cornucopia, and a fuller look at the radiant candor that is her oeuvre.”
“All the documents”
“The subpoena, issued to the National Archives in May, made a sweeping demand for “all materials, in whatever form” that the archives had given to the Jan. 6 House committee.”
Pocket notebook sighting
From The Girl in Black Stockings (dir. Howard W. Koch, 1957).
“Liberal elitist pizza”
Zippy is in Utah, and he’s carrying, openly — a pizza, that is, from Frank Pepe Pizzeria Napoletana.
“Folks on the ground”
MSNBC has commentators in Wisconsin today awaiting results in the state’s primary elections. They have been talking to “folks on the ground.” As opposed to — ?
Degree, not kind
A difference of degree, not kind.
Shaving by night
A bit of odd food for thought from the catechitical episode “Ithaca.”
More bad stuff
Voting machines and Giuliani.
The Rehearsal
The Rehearsal doesn’t blur the line between what’s fictional and what’s real: it removes the line with an industrial sander and then draws a new line (or lines?) elsewhere. But where?
Ten movies, two seasons
Where the Sidewalk Ends, Nathan for You, and more.
Blatt’s 4 - 8 & 19¢ Store
In Boro Park, on 13th Avenue, c. 1939–1941.
An IRS pipeline
In The Washington Post, Catherine Rampell visits an IRS outpost.
Today’s Saturday Stumper
“Peacock’s display.”
In search of lost art supplies
I hope Bill Griffith knows about the Museum of Forgotten Art Supplies.
The ten-second balance test
“This simple, often neglected skill can pay huge dividends later in life.”
Attachment B
In the immortal (tweeted, unpunctuated) words of Donald Trump Jr., “If it’s what you say I love it especially later in the summer.”
Recently updated
Along came Mary, and a bookstore: Now with more about the Liveright Bookshop and the Liveright sisters.
HCR, August 11
The August 11 installment of Heather Cox Richardson’s Letters from an American puts yesterday’s news in one place.
Dusk, dusk, “Dusk”
It occurred to me last night, around dusk, that dusk is a beautiful word. Where is it from?
Worse than I imagined, I think
“Classified documents relating to nuclear weapons.”
Unsealed
Extra credit to the AG for not referring to the former president by name.