So. Career musings aside, I've been methodically posting a few arts-and-culture entries I'd begun but that sat unfinished for a while. Interestingly, if I look at the subject matter, they make an interesting triptych: sex, lies, and videotape, Purple Rain, and, finally, Alex Garland's most recent, somewhat divisive offering: Men. The common thread of course... Continue Reading →
“You make all the rest just an afterthought”
If I'd read the voice of Holden Caulfield as a teenager, I'm sure I would have fallen in love like all those other boys and girls did before me. Mercifully, though, Catcher was one of those staples I somehow missed, probably for focusing on whatever other staples a teacher was force-feeding me at the time.... Continue Reading →