Hearing about the Coen brother’s latest project compelled me to pick up McCarthy’s source novel. The premise is simple enough. A Texas game hunter comes across the scene of a massacre – half-dozen Mexicans shot up with automatic weapons, a truck full of heroin, and a leather satchel of
I went on a Vonnegut binge a few years back, but his 1959 science fiction novel wasn’t part of the stack. Finally picked it up and read it – appropriately – during the Kafkaesque nightmare of 21st century air travel. Malachi Constant, the world’s richest spoiled playboy, has been invited
On the train south, over rolling twilight hills, I spent the drab hours consuming a thick green tome – Best American Short stories 2004. This won’t be a review of the content within. More of a small remark – The title was a lie. False advertising. How could these tales, these
Pictures are up: Also going to be posting travel journals over the next few days, same format as the original Europe Journals.
http://www.observer.com/2007/new-victorians?page=0%2C0 The label is mildly insulting, but I guess I fit the bill. Married (relatively young), career focused, invested in some sort of responsibility… What does that mean? I think I treasure building something outside of myself, a worthwhile community that doesn’