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December 16, 2020

Which I’m doing a year late, apparently, because I didn’t bother before. Anyway this is my attempt to assess what I’ve written since 2010. This list is only articles, not blog posts, but if you’d like a couple shots of my weirder writing I still enjoy Famous Authors’ Texts from Last Night and that post where I got sort of galumphingly poetic about figure skating. Oh, and actually, this post about the mysticism of Story of O. Top 10 Articles… Read more

December 8, 2020

Okay, I will first say that I developed a Theory about this movie, a theory which captivated me and which may be entirely projection. I’ve seen no other movies by Francois Ozon (and in fact confused him with Xavier Dolan until ten seconds ago). I came to this thing knowing only that it was a gay ’80s possibly thriller, aka two and possibly three things I definitely want. As it closed I thought I had watched a farewell to a… Read more

December 8, 2020

Lured: Lucille Ball stars as a dance-hall girl turned undercover detective! A serial killer is stalking the women of London via the personals ads… and one of the suspects is none other than the great Boris Karloff! This movie is pure pleasure. I’d never seen Ball in anything before and she’s a gem. She’s brassy and funny, able to swirl a gown or filch a gun with equal aplomb. Karloff is of course oozily frightening. There’s some of the era’s… Read more

November 30, 2020

A very quick post about Terrence Malick’s Tree of Life. I am not the audience for this movie–a meditation on loss, nature and our part in it, the guilts of childhood (ok this one I’m the audience for), with a lot of breathy abstract voiceovers and actors I don’t much care for. I often found myself trying to consider that the imagery might be “not for me” rather than, you know, trite. Malick teases the Tushnet viewer with hints about… Read more

November 9, 2020

Last week my time travel rosary ticked over into 2012, The Year I Quit Drinking. In honor of the event I revisited a novel I read in my last days of drinkin, Michelle Huneven’s Blame, and also finally dove into Cat Marnell’s memoir, How to Murder Your Life. In tone of voice they couldn’t be more different. Blame is serious and kind of stodgy; Murder is dizzy, glitzy, and damaged. Sample sentence from Blame: “That life, she thought, that beautiful… Read more

November 2, 2020

Back in the last years of what they call “my drinking career” there were a few movies I returned to obsessively. There was Withnail & I, whose appeal to the late-stage alcoholic is obvious. (We demand a Disney princess with d.t.s!) But there were also two other movies where I didn’t quite understand why I was so drawn to them. I didn’t own Shattered Glass or watch it a million times, but I did watch it at least twice in… Read more

October 30, 2020

strongly endorse Dracula although I wonder if the note about his likely former religious affiliation is #orthodoxerasure… also I recommended this: Middle Passage By Charles Johnson This is a slender, ferocious book: an adventure tale of mutiny on a slave ship, and a deeply theological meditation on the nature of division and communion. Johnson, a black American Buddhist, sends his freedman hero to Africa to escape a forced marriage, only to discover that his ship’s intended cargo is human beings…. Read more

October 24, 2020

opinin’: So no, the pope does not support gay marriage; those who believe these latest clips indicate a change of his stance will be disappointed. But many people wanted the pope to talk about gay people’s own longing to form a family because they hunger for some acknowledgment that being gay is about more than sexual desire. What surprised and delighted many gay people, both outside and within the church, was the possibility that he would speak about our longings… Read more

October 19, 2020

Surprisingly themeless! The Eagle: Absolutely gorgeous nature scenery for this strange tale of a Roman soldier desperate to restore his family honor by finding and fetching the eagle standard of the Ninth Legion, lost in Roman-occupied Britain. Rome is the villain and yet everybody is won over by it and finds its whole honor and conquest and killin’ folk thing sort of endearing by the end; Marcus, our Roman, saves a British slave from death in the arena and then… Read more

October 19, 2020

magazine, reviewing… a horror novel, actually: They thought they were lucky. The antiheroes of Stephen Graham Jones’s revenge-horror novel, The Only Good Indians, are four Blackfeet men, childhood friends, who on the Saturday before Thanksgiving go poaching in the part of the forest set aside for tribal elders. They dub the trip the “Thanksgiving Classic,” and they are in the woods for fun, for friendship—but also out of economic need and shame. Winter is coming, and they haven’t managed to… Read more




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