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New Sincerity: The Hopeful Read
My relationship with New Sincerity is a bildungsroman. It began in high school, sometime in the early 2000s, when I first read Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami. At the time, I couldnβt articulate what exactly made my chest ache when Toru Watanabe wandered Tokyo, weighed down by memory and emotional ambiguity. I only knew that β read more
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Movie Night: Mountainhead
Mountainhead is frustrating. Not because itβs incomprehensible, but because it thinks itβs saying something important when itβs really just four rich guys name-dropping dead philosophers to one-up each other. This is what happens when a movie wants to be My Dinner with Andre but ends up being Entourage for men who took one undergrad course β read more
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Movie Night: Mickey17
I havenβt read Mickey7, the novel by Edward Ashton that inspired Bong Joon-hoβs Mickey 17, mostly because I havenβt purchased a new work of fiction since last year, and most of the ones I do buy are gifts for my husband. But I donβt feel starved of material. The film, on its own, is dense β read more
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On the Society of the Spectacle by Guy Debord
First, I feel compelled to admitβthough not confess, because that would imply atonement Iβm not yet ready to enactβthat I have been struggling to read. Not just to read as one opens a book and follows its trail, but to remain within that realm long enough for thought to deepen and echo. This is not β read more
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