Those who are put off by so-called “difficult” reading material are likely put off by other challenges in life. They settle for the facile comforts of easily digested pablum and shun the sublime pleasure of mastering aesthetic complexity.
It’s interesting that people blame books for their own intellectual deficiencies.
An affirmative embrace of inferiority is present in the judgment that a difficult book must be “pretentious.”
Savonarola, Cola di Rienzo, Mussolini, and now Salvini. Once again, in a moment of profound weakness, Italy has chosen fascism.
The bone spurs which kept Donald Trump out of the Vietnam War have prevented him from attending a ceremony in the rain at the Belleau cemetery.
It is difficult to make a natural born buffoon sound even more buffoonish, but Mr Baldwin carries it off in his portrayal of Trump. The bit about Trump confusing a photo of himself with a plate of mashed potatoes is SNL at its Dadaish best.
The French Left was once the top left in the world, laden with intellectual giants (Sartre, de Beauvoir, Foucault, Althusser, etc.), who brought theoretical sophistication and panache to the grubby world of politics. Its apparent demise is shocking.
Italy is in need of a new political Barbarossa.
At least the populist menace was thwarted at the Austrian border.
Amanda Knox is too beautiful to have committed murder.
In the Italian legal system, Berlusconi hasn’t spent a day in prison.
Netflix is the graveyard of terrible films.
I’m surprised Professor Niall Ferguson, a champion of Empire, believes the British Empire would have tolerated an expanded German one (basically a reconstituted Holy Roman Empire).
The most villainous Brit is Ricky Gervais.
George Clooney may be the greatest human being alive at the moment.