Once every four years, Americans are reminded that Iowa exists.
Donald Trump lost. Now he’s a loser.
Phil Anselmo is backing Mr Trump.
Reverend Huckabee quits, will cash in with a new book and Fox News program.
No one is buying Rihanna’s new album. She’s not at the level of competitors like Beyonce, TSwizzle, Gaga, or Iggy.
I can’t imagine anyone will travel to the Rio Olympics, especially not super-rich athletes.
Things were better before there were facts. — (Anon. Buzzfeed Journalist).
Concerning his critical appraisal of the “spring clean” of Chartres Cathedral: Martin Filler is likely a typical American blowhard (and the French grandees are right to scoff at his claims), but I appreciate his accurate description of Frank Gehry in the The New York Review of Books.
It is axiomatic among architectural editors and art directors that if a building is not very good, then one should use images of it at sundown; if it is worse than that, show it reflected in water at twilight. This perhaps explains why several publications, including Architectural Digest, Vanity Fair, and The New York Times, have depicted Gehry’s newest work in a dim crepuscular glow, rising above its shallow pools and dramatic stepped cascade. Recourse to special photographic lighting does address one of the Fondation Louis Vuitton’s basic shortcomings, however, for in a city where it is overcast much of the time, a glass-skinned structure such as this is bound to look rather dull quite often.
I’m surprised there was ever a market for ghost-written autobiographies.
It would be more apt to characterize the careers of Beyoncé, Gaga, and the like as having achieved a “partial Madonna.” Ms Ciccone is the original.
“American literature had always been concerned with the cultural hegemony of “what is America, what is American”, [A S] Byatt continued, often unconcerned with what went on in the rest of the world.”
As noted by Richard Slotkin and Walter Benn Michaels, the obsession with defining the “American” or “America” can be found in the sermons of Cotton Mather; in the low brow westerns of Fenimore Cooper and the high brow travelogues of Melville; in the rumination on slavery by Twain; in Cather’s archbishops and professors; in Fitzgerald’s and Hemingway’s fixation on “breeding”; in Faulkner’s family romances of real or imagined incest and miscegenation. Even the idea of America as a “melting pot” derives from the title of a play by Israel Zangwill.
Don’t expect pop singers to display a coherent intellect. Unless they’re Morrissey.
Religious terrorism isn’t pretty, no matter what the reason was for it (vis-a-vis Giordano Bruno).
Flight MH370 is a distraction from Benghazi.