Oh goodness, these are perfect. This is my favorite series, please write it forever.
On "The truth is, the ten or twenty minutes I was somebody’s mother were black magic": Ariel Levy's "Thanksgiving in Mongolia"
There are no words for this piece. Stop everything you're doing and read it now.
@j-i-a I have been really really loving "I Blame Myself" as well. And it is streaming on Spotify, which I'm not sure counts because it is a paid service, but it's there!
This is my favorite movie in the whole wide world and every year at Christmas my family watches it and eats fancy sandwiches and it is the best day and so yes please this.
@iceberg I would love to know the answers to these questions.
In classes on documentary, they always teach something that should be pretty self-explanatory: you have to give in order to receive. If you're going to photograph someone or record them or whatever, you also have to get a little personal, you have to show your subject who you are. So maybe this is the opposite of this? They took something from her, and so she's taking something from them. A reversal of the idea that you have to give to get.
I don't know if that really makes sense. But regardless, this is a fascinating project. As much as I love Rosecrans Baldwin ("Paris, I Love You But You're Bringing Me Down" is a beautiful, beautiful book) this interview doesn't even begin to get at all of the questions this project provokes.
I feel very similarly, except I am actually kind of into the idea of a book club...
This is excellent. I like the song, but loathe Miley!
I actually really like Omni, by Minus the Bear. Not sure if that's just because I was listening to it a lot on one of my longer visits with my (then) long-distance boyfriend, but just the start of "My Time" is rather exciting.
@yourfaceisa Seriously. I saw this headline and was like, oh, okay, Rhye, there's my answer, and suddenly it was already there.
“You might be lucky enough to get out of your ghetto, now that you’ve found a better grade of readers, meaning male readers. I want to say: ‘Go [expletive] yourself! You have no idea who the women are who read my books, and if I have to choose between them and you, I’m choosing them.'"
This just made me like Elizabeth Gilbert more than I ever have in my whole life.