Paul Farhi of The Washington Post wonders, where has all the red state television gone?
It is, rather, about place. For the past three
decades, network television has gradually eliminated depictions of
regions we’ve come to think of as "red": southern, midwestern,
mountainous, rural, exurban. Over the same period, TV shows have become
"bluer" — populated by people and stories set in locations identical
to those that voted Democratic on Nov. 2.
TV dramas and sitcoms for years have extolled
blue-city living, and marginalized, condescended to or simply ignored
just about everywhere else. Even the fact that TV shows are made in Los
Angeles and the business of network TV is conducted in a few square
blocks of Manhattan does not explain the blue-centric nature of
And is Jessica Simpson the right choice to be the new Daisy Duke?
The 15,000 steel bases for 7,500
gates, part of an art project, will arrive in Central Park on
Wednesday, according to The Los Angeles Times. The bases are part of The Gates (Making of The Gates), a "massive outdoor" art project by Christo and Jeanne-Claude Benepe.
"Saffron-colored fabric panels being
prepared at a Queens warehouse will adorn the gates throughout the
843-acre park," says The Los Angeles Times. "The effect, the artists say, will be like ‘a golden
river appearing and disappearing through the bare branches of the
I have always though that reading writer and artist reviews was among the best ways of learning about art and craft. The Paris Review and Bomb magazine are two literary journals that regularly publish memorable interviews. I remember poring over The Paris Review’s Writers at Work series, the magazine’s hardback anthologies of its interviews, in the stacks of the Thomas Cooper Library. The fifth series, with its interviews of Ernest Hemingway and William Faulkner, is my favorite.
USA Today and GregBlog gives a heads up that The Paris Review is now making some of its old interviews available online in a feature the magazine is calling The DNA of Literature. The searchable database will eventually make more than 50 years of interviews available online for free.
Founder and former Editor George Plimpton dreamed of a day when
anyone—a struggling writer in Texas, an English teacher in Amsterdam,
even a subscriber in Central Asia—could easily access this vast
literary resource; with the establishment of this online archive that
day has finally come.
The Washington Post is losing 4,000 subscribers a month, most of them young readers, according to the Washington City Paper.
The news from the focus groups formed by The Post to figure out the reason for the losses was eye opening, says GregBlog:
Some of the participants treated
the physical paper like a foreign object, asking, "Why is it so big?"
They expressed concerns about old papers piling up around the house.
They worried about recycling and the environment. Some said they
wouldn’t accept even a complimentary subscription to the newspaper. The Post was learning a recent truism the hard way: Young people look to the Internet for their news, and they expect it to be free. (WashingtonPost.com gets 14 million pageviews a month, second only to NYTimes.com.)
Young readers also said that the (phyiscal) newspaper needed more "navigation aids."
The New York Times Book Review asked a group of poets and critics one of those toughest of questions: "What book of poetry, published in the last 25 years, has meant the
most to you personally — the book you have found yourself returning to
again and again?"
Jim Harrison explained why he explores and goes back to explore certain poetry.
Now that I am older and am sliding into home base, I’ve become aware
that I’ve read some poetry nearly every day for the past 50 years for
basically nutritional reasons. It is a survival tactic, this soul food,
a need to assuage the sense of incomprehension that I have lived with
daily since I was a desperate and vulnerable boy. Just last week on a
French book tour when I felt like a stray dog struck by a car and
biting at its wounds in a ditch I stopped into a bookstore to fortify
myself with a few pages of Rimbaud and Rene Char.
The persons and their picks?