One of my sons told me recently that I had not taken enough interest in him before he was seven. My reply was that if I had known as much as I do now, I should not have had him at all.
There's a new biography of Lady Nancy Astor (Viscountess Astor?), which the excellent Emma Garman reviews for The Daily Beast. Nancy's wearing an incredible dress on the cover, if that swings you one way or the other.
Wow. I do not know if I can accurately describe what I saw just now, but I will try.
First I heard yelling in the street, which is pretty common, so I didn't pay much attention, but then certain words began to register — "oh my god are you SERIOUS … oh my god WILLIAMSBURG," etc. (I do not live in Williamsburg) — but I still figured it was just a brief cab scuffle. Things went quiet for a while, then, a couple minutes later, "Are you Arecibo? ARE. YOU. ARECIBO?" I think I missed a sentence or two at this point, but what eventually drew me to the window [...]
Writing for the Los Angeles Review of Books, critic and novelist Pamela Erens looks at the past few years of "frequent, and frequently controversial" Atlantic features about gender issues, and asks, in the spirit of a recent McSweeney's parody, "Is The Atlantic Making Us Stupider?"