Jack Conte’s account of the the losses sustained by the band Pomplamoose on its recent tour is a slap in the face to the primitive accumulators (i.e., libertarian downloaders, also known as pirates) who want their music free of cost and don’t care a whit about the cost of production of content. More power to Pomplamoose.
Like Perez Hilton, Emily Gould trafficked the cheapest cultural commodity: the information of the boulevard. Now she has become a commodity herself, a plaything for the savage minds of the new(est) journalism.
Print journalism happily bathes in the digital cesspool.
I’m surprised Hilary Mantel bothers to respond to the rabble who criticize her short story “The Assassination of Margaret Thatcher.”
La laïcité ou Barbarie.
The armada of reason finally engages the medieval monotheists.
As a natural counter-puncher, Mr Murray should never have come to the net for the doomed Scottish plebiscite.
Conservatism has never grasped literary aesthetics.
Sports journalism is an oxymoron.
One does not purr. The thought of it is preposterous.