cultural snow

From James , by Percival Everett, which is a reworking of Huckleberry Finn, which I haven’t read, so I don’t know if something similar occur...

Frank Gehry has died. You may not be able to place the name, let alone fit a face to it, but you know the buildings, the ones that look lik...

I was recently getting a bit self-indulgent about how blogging used to be a community but now feels like howling into the wind. Which I gue...

Reaching through the cigarette fug to rescue the best zingers among the tributes to Tom Stoppard, I find this, from a touching piece by Patr...

A pretty dispiriting article by a history professor who dared to challenge his students who submitted AI-generated work:  I have no doubt t...

My last post did something a little unusual; it actually prompted a comment. And then another. And, what’s more, the second comment was a re...

An article about parents who hire tutors specifically to buy social advantage for their children  is mildly depressing until one of those tu...

I’m pretty sure the White Stripes were one of the last bands to tickle my fancy at the time they were getting big. (I got into the Magnetic ...