In Billyburg, however, it’s not so much sour grapes as grapes of wrath that are the order of the day, as hipsters hightail it out of the borough like so many latter-day Joads. Sadly, Steinbeck’s California no longer beckons, its waving grain and musky grapes now themselves but figments of a fever dream — or, worse, collateral for IOUs.
Yes, it seems urine, which for millennia humans have been wantonly voiding down toilets, against walls of bars, and even on each other, may just be a fluid more precious than petrol. Urea, urine’s signature chemical, holds the key to the magic.
The Culture Wars’ tawdry legacy may, like the war in Iraq, have arrived at a stage of demobilization with President Obama’s appointment of former congressman Jim Leach to the chairmanship of The National Endowment of the Humanities (NEH). The June 28, 2009 edition of The New Times characterizes this appointment as an “instance of what [...]
We at Generation Bubble confess that few things perplex us more than the contemporary cult of fitness. The whole phenomenon strikes us as an exercise (pun intended) in superfluity, if indeed not futility. The cardio cubicle dweller, the steroidal stock analyst, the iron-man management consultant — each appears a picture of irrelevancy. Muscles taut as [...]
Levin certainly drives a hard bargain. Fifty bucks seems a miserly price to hang on bombshell revelations of celebrity death and dirty dealing. But he appears to have found the perfect informants, those of great enough leisure and small enough means to malinger around Hollywood, their weather eyes open for scandal.
Over at Crooked Timber (truly a trove of timely tidbits, as blogs go), Michael Bérubé offers some remarks on William Deriesiwicz’s Nation article discussing a voguish strain of literary criticism. This strain’s presiding deity is not T. S. Eliot or Jacques Derrida, but Charles Darwin. As the name suggests, Darwinian literary criticism approaches written texts [...]