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The Allure of the Roller Rink, and Other News
By
Dan Piepenbring
April 18, 2014
On the Shelf
Photo: GuillaumeG, via Wikimedia Commons
Marianne Moore’s strange, sad childhood
: “Mary [her mother] established a pattern whereby Marianne, in family conversations and correspondence, was invariably referred to as a boy and identified only with male pronouns. Furthermore, Mary encouraged the siblings to regard each other as ‘lovers,’ and to think of her as their ‘lover,’ too.”
In the Paris of the eighteenth century,
elite prostitutes were monitored by the fuzz
—but why? “A final and enduring theory is that the reports were meant as bedtime reading for King Louis XV and his mistress, the Marquise de Pompadour, who had been the protector of the police lieutenant general most responsible for establishing the unit in the first place. According to this theory, the reports were meant to enliven the reputedly jaded, enervated royal sex life.”
Japanese astronauts took some cherry pits into space. Now, one of them has grown into a mighty cherry tree,
perhaps with superpowers
.
“
Adventure Time
is a smash hit cartoon
aimed primarily at kids age six to eleven. It’s also a deeply serious work of moral philosophy, a rip-roaring comic masterpiece, and a meditation on gender politics and love in the modern world.”
“I can’t articulate exactly what it was that turned
the roller rink into fantasy-on-wheels for me
… the feelings I sought only came from visits to those dingy rinks—their smell of ashtrays, sweat, and desolation. In retrospect, part of what I craved was the roller rink’s ability to detach me from the everyday. Because I frequented roller rinks as they were on their way ‘out,’ they seemed to exist apart from the regular world.”
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