In last week's open thread, esteemed blogress Jazmine Hughes said, and I quote, "I've got White Girls by Hilton Als on my nightstand just WAITING for me." AND THEN, in the comments, esteemed commentress isabelle bleu said, and I continue to quote, "I've got White Girls on my nightstand too, just awaiting the requisite couple of hours to dive in and get a good head start on the book. Anyone else reading this? I do so love a Read-Along!" AND THEN, I looked to my very own nightstand, and I realized I also had a copy of White Girls sitting there, calling out, and I quote, "Read [...]
Hello, 'Pinners! Welcome to the first Hairpin 3.0 Book Club discussion of 2015.
Have you had a chance to read The Pillow Book yet? If not, don't worry: this discussion will be spoiler free. (That's because there aren't really any spoilers to give away! Because this is a nonfiction diary! Although it was written over a thousand years ago, so spoiler alert: everybody dies, I guess.) This post is for casual musings, reactions, thoughts, asides, digressions. We will have another post later this month, and you will be tested. And yes, this will go toward your final grade, but on the bright side: I accept bribes.
Notoriously mansplaining Times columnist Ross Douthat made a foray into literary criticism this weekend when he cited Adelle Waldman’s novel The Love Affairs of Nathaniel P as evidence for why fathers with daughters may, and should, tack conservative. Let me elucidate. In the dating milieu chronicled (astutely) by Waldman, women are vulnerable to shagging slightly misogynistic dudes like protagonist Nathaniel P. And these women are presumably someone’s daughter. Thus, Douthat’s “Daughter Theory” goes, fathers naturally hearken back to a more conservative society where they could be assured that their daughters lacked encouragement to date and sleep around, and were therefore no longer liable to have their [...]
Welcome back to the Unofficial Official Hairpin 3.0 Book Club, also known as that excuse where I finally get to the books I've been meaning to read for years and invite you to join me.
It's a new month, which means it's time for a new pick. I can't promise that all my choices will lead to film adaptations with gratuitous dong shots, but who even knows what's in the works in Hollywood.
February's pick will be announced…right after this commercial break.
*puts on falsetto voice and starts to improvise fake commercials* *realizes absolutely nobody is impressed and is in fact giving dirty looks*
*Looks up from book* Oh, hello! *Puts book down* *Rolls up sleeves on artfully slouchy cardigan* *Folds up tortoiseshell glasses that accentuate intellect while simultaneously enhancing natural beauty somehow* I didn’t see you come in! I was just sitting here, indulging in some highbrow literature, *Conspicuously pushes smuttier reading material out of frame with foot* I am here today to announce the launch of the Unofficial Official Hairpin 3.0 Book Club.
What was the book club? To fully understand, let’s break it down into its parts. “Book,” as we all know, refers to that thing we read when the Internet is down. And Webster’s Dictionary defines [...]
For Pin Reads, we're going to pick novels that we read and loved at some point, but probably gave away or lost in a move or left out in the rain, but that we sometimes think about when we're stuck on the subway or sitting in a super-boring meeting or listening to some a-hole drone on about ____ (zzzz), so that we wish we were once again in a different place (like, wherever that book once took us).
I don’t watch very many movies. I like sitcoms, and books, and not much in between. I find I have a terrible attention span when it comes to movies; I blame the Internet. The only movies I remember from 2014 are Tammy and the last Hunger Games one. Have you seen Tammy? Vastly underrated. Melissa McCarthy is a national treasure. But I loved The Pillow Book, the book, (great book club pick, me!) and was curious to see how they would adapt it into a movie. I took notes while watching it last night in my actual copy of The Pillow Book:
How’s that for metatextual? *holds up [...]
I was in New York a few weeks ago and I did something truly outrageous—I walked into my favorite bookstore, turned to Anna, and was like, "I'm only allowed to buy one book, ok?", and then actually bought only one book. I hope you can appreciate the magnitude of this event because it has, quite literally, never happened before and will probably never happen again.