Perfect retirement afternoon, despite the gloom of Russian literature. (Don’t take it to the beach). And there were no announcements.
Perfect retirement afternoon, despite the gloom of Russian literature. (Don’t take it to the beach). And there were no announcements.
I’m not crazy about all the new houses out my way in Placitas, New Mexico, nor the power lines and gravel mines, but I’m still a fool for the drive home. This is what Cooper and I saw on our way back from the post office today. I like it best in the summer with …
Rachel Dratch does for B&Bs what Anthony Perkins did for motels, renewing my wariness of chintzy lodgings and shared bathrooms. And may the wonderful Anderson and Pell — two solid avocados, I say — one day return safely to NYC, there to perhaps have the last word with Lorne Michaels. Recently on dreamranch: Breakfast with …
I wish the president a good vacation and suspect it can’t come soon enough. This was a week in which he was confronted by this and this. I know they were small things compared to other news of the week: the long-sought Iran nuclear deal; apparent jihadist shootings of Marines, sailors and police officers in …
I might have to check out of the news for a while, given my expectation that Donald Trump will announce his own Trump the Bounty Hunter effort to recapture “El Chapo” Guzman, the likelihood that the Harper Lee publication story will grow more sordid and the inevitable media frenzy ensuing from The New Yorker report …
It’s the Fourth of July. I expect to be 66 next month. I wake up, as usual, with thoughts of my lung cancer, but today they take a preventative tack instead of just morbid. I wonder whether the pasta primavera I made for dinner last night qualified as anti-carcinogenic. I remind myself I should get …
I woke up feeling like a half-sawn log and realized that what had been grating on my brain was the stupid American action comedy I stayed up too late watching last night. The movie was “2 Guns,” but the title really doesn’t matter. Any movie of its ilk leaves me feeling the same way. For …
It’s really time to unplug and get out of the house when you realize you have started your day by: Trying to understand the Greek debt crisis. Reading about how Chris Cristie is in it for all of us. Learning about new 24-month contract with a satellite TV provider.
This writer said this 15 years ago: Paris Review/Summer 2000 No. 155 T. Coraghessan Boyle, The Art of Fiction No. 161 (click on this for the full interview). Interviewed by Elizabeth E. Adams INTERVIEWER Do you think it would be possible for a writer today to have the sort of success Dickens had? To be …
If Justice Antonin Scalia and I did not appear to share certain tendencies toward dietary mischief, he might join me in some good-natured name-calling and concur that I am, in fact, full of “jiggery-pokery” or at least beans. But, there being no hippies around, I will have to explain. Dueling …
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