2015-02-04T10:52:38-04:00

at Studio Theater: “Choir Boy” is about the struggles of a gay teen coming of age in a black, Christian prep school for boys; but it’s also about the complex interweaving of religion, ambition, and emotion. In Studio’s staging it’s almost entirely effective. This story could easily be melodramatic—McCraney makes several heavy-handed choices in terms of character development and dialogue—but the committed actors and stylized use of singing give it an emotional power which carries it over its occasional soapy... Read more

2015-02-02T12:04:14-04:00

at the University Bookman: Marta Oulie opens with the confession, “I have been unfaithful to my husband.” So it comes as no surprise that the novel depicts a woman’s sexual awakening: the obsessive thoughts of him, the thrill at his touch. “I suddenly felt scared and didn’t dare look at the scrap of chest visible below his throat, but then couldn’t resist glancing at it.” What might be more surprising is that this is the sensual passion of a virgin... Read more

2015-02-02T11:27:29-04:00

at the Miami Herald: Shawn “Jiggaman” Rogers must have seemed the perfect instrument for bloody retribution. Vicious, violent, angry, racist, known for his prison gang affiliations, known for his brutal attacks on other inmates, known to rape other prisoners, known for bragging about his status as a lifer with nothing to lose, Jiggaman, at 6-4 and 210 pounds, embodied all the attributes needed to fix a skinny, troublesome white punk like Ricky Martin. Martin, 24, a petty criminal near the... Read more

2015-01-29T18:43:53-04:00

HI STERCORIUS. I was in Russian class, trying to describe a character from a movie I watched recently. “Он наркоман,” I said–he’s a drug addict. “Он страдает от наркомании,” my teacher corrected me. He suffers from addiction. I was reminded of being at last year’s Harm Reduction Conference, where you’d sometimes hear about the need to stop saying “addict” and start saying “person struggling with drugs,” or similar variations. At first I was all, Oh come on, please let me... Read more

2015-01-29T17:29:00-04:00

If I were clickbaitier these would all have their own very short post. YOU’RE WELCOME. Anyway, various things I thought about while on the road, bookhawkin’. 1. Remember my whole “we aren’t trying to solve problems; we’re trying to replace less-Christian problems with more-Christian problems” shtik? This is relevant to progressive churches because so often their approach to the questions posed by gay people is to say, “Okay, you can get married!” They solve the problem of gay people by... Read more

2015-01-29T12:29:55-04:00

have basically the same conversation I just had with a woman at the pregnancy center: …While Robert Putnam and others have documented the increasing isolation of all Americans, the alienation and distrust that we witnessed in this working-class town seemed like an advanced form of isolation. Things that we took for granted in relationships with new acquaintances—asking questions and listening to the responses, returning phone calls and text messages, extending invitations to dinner—soon earned us “best friend” status among a... Read more

2015-01-29T12:18:06-04:00

…I was being railroaded and he knew it. All the same, he may have felt, without too much casuistry in his heart, that I had that coming to me. We often deserve our injustices; after all, we get away with murder. Read more

2015-01-27T16:01:23-04:00

w/some well-taken criticisms: Eve Tushnet is, as she puts it, “the poster child for a poster nobody wants on their wall.” Raised “somewhere between atheism and Reform Judaism” and moved to convert to Catholicism while a questioning bisexual sophomore at Yale, Tushnet has for the past ten years been the blogosphere’s resident celibate lesbian. As readers of Commonweal and a host of other publications know, she writes with a style that is at once self-deprecating and confident, earnest and wickedly... Read more

2015-01-26T15:30:24-04:00

for Commonweal: The most beautiful portrayal of Marian devotion I’ve seen in literature came unexpectedly in New York Times columnist David Carr’s 2009 addiction memoir, The Night of the Gun: A Reporter Investigates the Darkest Story of His Life—His Own. Carr, finally drug-free and sober, had been been diagnosed with Hodgkin’s lymphoma; the treatments left him too weak to move, and he resorted to giving his three-year-old daughter Meagan cash for the pizza guy so they could eat. “Keep the... Read more

2015-01-26T14:20:57-04:00

for AmCon: In college I noticed something new on the coat of a sartorially-eccentric friend. “What’s with the black armband?” I asked. “Some sort of fascist thing?” “It’s for my father,” he said simply. That’s the only time I’ve seen someone wear mourning. And my friend, after one too many encounters with similarly foot-in-mouth undergraduates, stopped wearing the armband because it got too grueling to keep explaining. It no longer served as an outer key to his inner grief; it... Read more

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