Frankly, I don’t understand why people don’t read about books all the time. Some of the most important texts in my literary education have been written about books.
In Y, Leslie Adrienne Miller is forced to confront the male brain directly. Named after the chromosome to which we owe our entire sex, Y is an attempt to understand the cruelty, the darkness, and the silence of boys and men.
Unlike the majority of photographers, Cindy Sherman seldom captures; she creates. Rarely does she not appear in her work, and as such she invents for herself a new use and purpose in each piece, a new role.
I felt that pushing myself into new realms of knowledge and discipline would change me. I felt like reading and studying would turn me into someone I wanted to be. I read, therefore, with vengeance
Sometime in 2010, I got into the habit of writing these things called letters. It’s like blogging, except someone’s listening. Presumably.
On Saturday night, 600 locals packed themselves into NE Minneapolis’s Uppercut Boxing Gym to drink, show off their greyscale outfits, support local literature, and watch writers beat the shit out of each other.
Common Good Books, like the best bookstores, is an art exhibit.