Category Archives: Art/Literature

That Time a College President Got Something Right

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I rarely have kind words for college administrators, much less college presidents, so when a kind word occurs to me, it probably makes sense to write it down before I forget it. And one just did.

I was in the public library this evening looking at the new releases, when I saw Salman Rushdie’s new-ish book, Knife, published in 2024, about the murder attempt on him at a talk he gave in Chautauqua, New York in 2022. The documentary film adaptation of the book, Knife: The Attempted Murder of Salman Rushdie, is coming out this month.

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Notes on Lolita (1)

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I’ve been re-reading Nabokov’s Lolita in preparation for a “class” I’m “teaching” on it–more precisely, a seminar I’m leading on it –this October, so you’re periodically going to see some posts here on Lolita amidst the usual cheerful fare on war, ethnic cleansing, and mass deportation. It’s tempting to think that as a “book on pedophilia,” Lolita is continuous with all that, but it is and isn’t. It’s a book about pedophilia, and it isn’t. It serves as a depiction of naked evil (so to speak), and it doesn’t. It’s hard to capture what it is and does except by experiencing it.

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Delivering the Goods

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A friend handed me a hard copy of The New York Times he found on the train this afternoon, something I hadn’t seen or read in awhile. The reporting in the Times is unbelievable crap, but every now and then they’ll throw in an off-beat human interest story worth reading. Like: “The Cult Music Documentary ‘Heavy Metal Parking Lot’ Turns Middle Age.” It’s about a cult film depiction of Judas Priest’s 1986 tour with Dokken, memorable to me because my friends went but I couldn’t, something I resent to this day. Continue reading →

Psycho Circus

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Follow these instructions precisely. As a preliminary precaution, first visit the bathroom. Then find coverage of the rock group KISS at the Kennedy Center Honors last night. Then listen in sequence to the songs “Psycho Circus,” and “Lick It Up,” and see if you can hold it together. Don’t skip the videos.

If it’s not immediately visible to you (you get different interfaces on different devices), make sure you click on the last screenshot, for the lyrics to “Psycho Circus”: “We’re exiled from the human race.” Hard to beat.

As my friend Nicky Reid puts it, “it’s funny that Ace Frehley, the only member of Kiss with any talent, decided to die instead of showing up to this thing.” For once, “Rest In Peace” actually means something.

Just an Amtrak Away

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I’m sitting on an Amtrak on my way home from Providence, Rhode Island. The guy sitting next to me, who works in marketing for a New York law firm, is reading the Greek text of Xenophon’s Anabasis “for fun.”  I’m reading Flavius Josephus’s Jewish War, for leisure though not quite for fun. The woman to my right is reading Moby Dick; I hesitate to ask why, but she doesn’t look unhappy. Another woman just got on and sat next to us, reading Jenny Erpenbech’s Kairos. The two women are now having an animated literary conversation. It’s got to be one of the most literary rows on the train. 

No STEM warriors in sight. No AI or ChatGPT, either. The demise of the humanities has been greatly exaggerated, at least on Amtrak train #149. 

Ozzy, RIP

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I just read that Ozzy Osbourne died at the age of 76. It seems a little absurd to go on about the death of an aged metal singer at a time like this, but almost any man’s death diminishes me, Ozzy’s included. So forgive me.

Ozzy was a mediocre singer, and the less said about his public persona, the better. But he was blessed to work with some great musicians, and together they wrote some immortal songs. Black Sabbath deserves a place in heaven for “War Pigs” all by itself, but “I Don’t Know,” “Over the Mountain,” “Flying High Again,” and “I Don’t Wanna Stop,” all make worthy contributions to the aesthetic education of man, and are all candidates for the musical equivalent of eternal life. Continue reading →

Alfred Brendel (1931-2025)

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I read a few days ago that Alfred Brendel had died at the age of 94. To be honest, I was shocked that he was so recently alive. What was a guy like that doing alive at a time like this? I can’t so much confess to any personal sense of loss as a vague sense of bewilderment that Brendel and I ever inhabited the same world. It takes effort to convince oneself that Alfred Brendel and say, Ted Cruz were members of the same biological species and historical milieu. But it turns out they were.

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