I’m lit from within with the beatific joy that comes when you discovery your deity of choice. My deity is called Ellen Willis and she was a writer who worked as the first popular music critic for The New Yorker. My bible (thus far) is Out of the Vinyl Deeps. Like any recent convert I’ve …
Last night I ventured forth from the hidey hole known as Supergenius HQ and appeared in public. It was a very special occasion, the launch party for Dylan Hicks’ novel Boarded Windows. As you may recall the 26-year-old version of me has very smooshy feelings for the music of Dylan Hicks. He was not boring. …
Maurice Sendak has died. Aside from Where the Wild Things Are, this cartoon “Really Rosie” with Carole King is my favorite thing he’s done. I can’t remember the first time I watched this, but I do know that for most of my life I’d say/sing “I don’t care” just like Pierre.
It’s been a long time since a book has made me actively angry while reading it, probably not since Downtown Owl. But I’m here to tell you that Fiction Ruined My Family by Jeanne Darst is so poorly written I’m puzzled as to how it even got published. What’s even more puzzling? This book is …
Sunday as I finished Cheryl Strayed’s memoir Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail I kind of sighed sadly and wished this book had been around when I was a young twentysomething woman. While the story is uniquely Strayed’s the meaning, the lesson, the whathaveyou feels universal. Mostly it’s this: you are …
This afternoon a photographer from the Strib came over to Supergenius HQ to take my picture. I’m, allegedly, going to be featured in a story about eBooks vs. Regular Books. Much to the photog’s surprise, I was the regular book reader. There must be some sort of Eau de Gadgetnerd about me. I don’t know. …
I’ve fallen off the graphic novel bandwagon. Hard. It kind of hurts. I miss graphic novels, but I’m sick of all the dudeness in the graphical realm. That’s putting it mildly. It’s the kind of sick that makes my stomach fill with acid and my cheeks flush red with anger. Why is it so damn …
