End of summer, end of the line
The summer had proceeded in fits of frantic museum-going, a wave of free concerts, an amnesia of happy hours and frequent, aleatoric pairings of books with parks. It had been […]
Do or Die or Gentrify
My first visit to Bed-Stuy was to see Mos Def aka. Yasiin Bey aka. Mos Def play a free show with the Brooklyn Philharmonic. I was going to see the […]
The Cloisters is full of creeps
The approach to the Cloisters is lovely; the fluster and seethe of the city feel very far away. Squirrels gambol and sparrows fossick in Fort Tryon Park. Far below the […]
Escape from Cripplebush
When I moved to Cripplebush in September 2011, it felt like an outpost on the savage frontiers of hipster Brooklyn. Beyond Cripplebush, the L train plunged into a wilderness of […]
Sleigh Bells through the lens of a shitty camera phone
In place of a drummer, Sleigh Bells are playing in front of a wall of speakers and a relentless backing track. Alexis Krauss is cavorting about like a demented, fishnetted […]
Money can buy style. And also literary fantasy worlds.
J.P. Morgan didn’t make books, he made money. But he made so much money that he decided to start collecting books. Then he built a library to house his books. […]
Heat Wave Blues
It was to have been the summer of grand plans, but it quickly became the summer of small mercies. The grand plans involved working a couple of days each week, […]
