"[S]uch pure pop storytelling that reading it is like hearing the best song of summer squirt out of the radio. Both the author and his subjects are so audacious that they frequently made me laugh out loud…. 'Even the dullest skyjacking made for scintillating copy. And the truly sensational ones were like gifts from the journalism gods.' Upon Mr. Koerner, those gods have smiled." —The New York Times kind of likes Brendan I. Koerner’s The Skies Belong to Us: Love and Terror in the Golden Age of Hijacking. For what it's worth, I do too.
It says here that Lori Carson's Where It Goes was one of the 10 best albums of the '90s, a decade that had a pretty good amount of best albums in it. Anyway, her debut novel The Original 1982 is out today. I don't know much about it, but there's a whole long-ass interview with her here that is worth listening to. (Also if you have never heard Where It Goes I should warn you that it is just a tad bleak, so if you're currently in a staying-away-from-the-sharp-objects mood you might want to steer clear for the moment. Unless you want to wallow, it's a great [...]
Remember "Adventures in Depression"? Well, here's "Depression Part Two." Read and share.
"In Mayberry, Thelma Lou didn’t put a cigarette out on Barney’s arm like my girlfriend did to on mine; Andy Taylor wasn’t embittered or slump-shouldered after a lifetime of ridicule by those with more social status; no Beasley beat his wife half to death with a shoe. Still, Mayberry was a believable universe without these things. Tools of television helped make this true — camera angles, lighting, a disciplined laugh track, extras so far in the background they are almost invisible, along with other aspects I’ve mentioned. But there is one thing about the story that has not been discussed, and it is the thing that gives it gravitas, [...]
"Dear Residents of 208 East 7th Street: Sorry for leaving that couch outside our door on the fourth-floor stairwell for two weeks.
We were just moving in to the building, my friend Tim and I, fall of 1995. I graduated from college that spring, and this was the first apartment I ever officially leased. And I didn’t know a lot about neighborly etiquette. Or making a good first impression.
The couch did not completely block the stairwell, or access to the hallway off which our door opened. It was off to the side, tipped up on an armrest, leaning vertically against the wall. Obviously we would have preferred it [...]
Hey, I heard a bit of Rachel Kushner's new novel The Flamethrowers last night, and it is awesome. It comes out in April, which is exactly when one wants a book. Do you like books? You should pre-order this book then! The joy of pre-ordering books is that you forget you've ordered them and then they arrive and you're like "what is this??" and then you're like "OH HEY THIS IS SUPER DUPER GOOD." (Disclaimer: it's entirely possible that she read the sole lone only good part of the book and the rest is hot trash, but that seems unlikely.)
What with the broad selection of items from which to choose it almost seems too easy to allow an artisanal Brooklyn-made heirloom pepper probiotic hot sauce that was produced via a Kickstarter campaign to cause one to consider just how awful the city can be, and yet the results of such a realization are difficult to argue with.