— Ragen Chastain, Dances with Fat
A really good response to Sherry Turkle’s recent New York Times article. I had issues with the Turkle piece but couldn’t quite articulate them. This piece says a lot of what was on my mind.
Too few newspapers and magazines employ regular book columnists and reviewers. This is done in the spirit of egalitarianism, but in the digital age, where anonymous, poorly written “customer reviews” sway readers, we need to establish relationships with our literary critics. We need to trust them as “experts” hired and trained by the publications that employ them or self-educated and trained as book bloggers or “amateur” reviewers with websites of their own. In either case, we can get to know the reviewer’s tastes and tics and make a more informed decision about the book under review. In the present, mosh-pit of book reviewing, it’s nearly impossible to know where the freelance literary critic you’re reading is coming from. Including, perhaps, this one.
This quote gets at why, for me, blogs are often (not always!) of more value than newspaper and magazine reviews. It’s not that they’re better or less bland or more personal; it’s that I’ve taken the time to choose blogs that review in a style that I enjoy or whose tastes and sensibilities are similar to my own. Some of this is my own fault because I don’t take the time to read magazines or newspapers regularly, but when the quality and style of reviews within a single publication vary widely from month to month because they don’t employ many regular critics, it’s harder to built that history. (I’m much more inclined to read a Michael Dirda or Ron Charles review in the Washington Post than a review by someone I haven’t encountered before.)
Midnight in Paris Trailer 2011 (by MoviePediaTrailers)
I thought I’d like this, but not being in love with Paris the way a lot of people are I wasn’t sure I’d love it, but I was swept away by it. One of Woody Allen’s best.
Literature gets a ride in the streets of Buenos Aires (by AFP)
“Holding this soft, small living creature in my lap this way, though, and seeing how it slept with complete trust in me, I felt a warm rush in my chest. I put my hand on the cat’s chest and felt his heart beating. The pulse was faint and fast, but his heart, like mine, was ticking off the time allotted to his small body with all the restless earnestness of my own.”
― Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicles
(via kimthedork)
— Umberto Eco, Postscript to The Name of the Rose
Wendy and Lucy Official Trailer (HD) (by oscopelabs)
I really enjoyed this one. No surprise that I cried a little—animal movies do that to me.
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—Mimi in The Tunnel by Ernesto Sabato
I’ve finished and enjoyed several Russian novels, but I had to laugh at this. I’ve made the same complaint many times.


