Ignatius Reilly
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Cormac McCarthy is a good metric for how well you can read—it’s not the faux literary fluff that gets praised today, but it’s also not readily apparent to the reader. So much is said in what is unsaid, so you have to really read. For example:
@Bestofsopranos Season 5 and 6 are awful.
“Our grandparents were eating real food!” Not sure how old your grandparents are but I’m pretty sure a large portion of our grandparents were cooking everything in crisco and margarine.
"It's because of quantum mechanics" is one of those non-answers that sounds good to laymen without informing, drives me nuts. The real answer is that the mathematics of space filling curves are universal regardless of scale, from bones to galactic superstructures to cabbages
I read the first hundred pages of The Road last year, and read the first hundred pages of Blood Meridian this year, and in both instances, gave up, because the books never clicked. Lyrical writing, but the characters are reduced to way down Maslow's hierarchy, and the tone is so relentlessly bleak, with almost no humanity breaking through, it was difficult to feel anything besides the flint clicking against the cold steel in the overwhelming darkness. I know many of you love it, but to me, it's overwrought, overstylized, and overhyped.
The company behind POM juice, a juice marketed as a superfood antioxidant-rich drink, was just named California’s 2nd-largest user of paraquat — one of the most toxic herbicides still allowed in the U.S. Over 56,000 pounds sprayed in a single year… on crops used to make this so called health drink. Paraquat has been linked to Parkinson’s disease, cancer, and neurological damage. It drifts into nearby communities and lingers in soil for years. More than 60 countries have already banned it. So why is it still being used here? Help us continue the work to get these chemicals out of our food supply. [momsacrossamerica.com/monthly_donati…]
The US subsequently developed a distinctive architectural style. It's this:
“In writing about the many books she loved, Virginia Woolf could be a good Johnsonian critic. On Joyce’s Ulysses, she is at her rare worst: snobbish, resentful, a touch frightened. And wrong, absolutely wrong. The Jesuit-trained James Joyce was erudite beyond measure and so gifted as to be almost the fusion of Dante and Shakespeare. That was his vaunting ambition. It was beyond reach.” —Harold Bloom, Bright Book of Life
I can’t watch him play. None of golden age pianists did such monkey theatrics. I don’t find his playing to be powerful or compelling. It’s not something I would look to as standard for myself. I don’t care what competition he won. It is accomplishment to play this piece, though.
