Impossible to work

Last night was the 3rd annual Printers’ Ball, hosted by the Poetry Foundation at the Zhou B. Center. It was really awesome, until the cops shut it down (around 10:30 or so). This was the best possible event anyone could have hoped for. For my own part, I walked out with about 20 pounds worth […]

Once upon a time, late June 2002 to be precise, I was about to get on a plane and fly all the way to Dallas from Paris. My flight left relatively early in the morning from the charming little airport in Roissy before it collapsed on itself and I needed something to read on that […]

A few months ago (read: a year ago) I was at 57th Street Books with Sepoy. We were looking for a book for a present for someone or maybe we were just in the bookstore poking about. But odds are we were there to buy something for somebody since whenever you need to buy somebody […]

I haven’t posted in a while because I’ve spent the past week with my nose firmly stuck in Alasdair Gray’s Lanark. If you haven’t read it, or don’t know who Alasdair Gray is, you should really get started on correcting this deficiency. I’ll help you out.
Alasdair Gray is a Glaswegian novelist, poet, playwright, visual artist […]