September 26, 2012 First Person The Jewish Vicar By Jon Canter An old Jewish man is hit by a car. As he lies in the road, dazed and bleeding, a woman rushes over, takes off her jacket, folds it, and puts it under his head. “Are you comfortable?” she asks. “Meh. I make a living.” I was eight when my father told me this joke. I wasn’t sure I understood it. Jews worried more about making a living than being run over. Was that it? One thing I was sure of was that the road was in Golders Green, in northwest London, where I grew up and was bar mitzvahed. Golders Green made me. Jews made me, with their jokes and their food and their pride and their warmth and their anxiety and their love of scholarship. I cannot be unmade, even though I haven’t been inside a synagogue since my bar mitzvah. How far can you go from Golders Green and still be Jewish? Read More
September 26, 2012 On the Shelf Of Bloggers and Book Clubs By Sadie Stein Brilliant: book club in a box. Writers defend their favorite punctuation marks. Tao Lin is selling his stuff on Twitter. This gent has the largest collection of primary Hemingway works in existence. The head judge of the Man Booker Prize claims book bloggers are harming literature. [tweetbutton] [facebook_ilike]
September 25, 2012 Arts & Culture In Which the Author Reads the Works of Albert Cossery: An Illustrated Essay, Part 2 By Nathan Gelgud Pause Play Play Prev | Next See Part 1 here. Nathan Gelgud is an illustrator who lives in Brooklyn. [tweetbutton] [facebook_ilike]
September 25, 2012 Arts & Culture Dead Authors at Fashion Week: Part 4 By Katherine Bernard Italo Calvino Attends the Prada Spring/Summer 2013 Show. You are about to begin reading Italo Calvino’s review of Miuccia Prada’s new collection for Spring/Summer 2013. Relax. Concentrate. Close out all other Internet windows. Set your Gchat status to Busy. Tell your friends right away, “No I don’t want to chat with you about the UN General Assembly right now, I am reading about fashion!” Type it in all caps—they won’t know that you’re yelling otherwise—“I AM READING ABOUT PRADA’S SUBVERSIVE FLOWERS ON COATS!” Or if you prefer, send them a GIF; just be like: here. Read More
September 25, 2012 On the Shelf Trashing Tolkien, Finding Tom Sawyer By Sadie Stein The real Tom Sawyer. Courtesy Guardians of the City, San Francisco Fire Museum. The people have spoken, and the Best Word Ever is … diphthong. A map of Zadie Smith’s NW. And speaking of interactive tours: explore the Roald Dahl Museum from the comfort of home! Tom Sawyer was apparently based on a real person. His name was Tom Sawyer. He was a volunteer fireman from Brooklyn, and he and Mark Twain used to go out drinking. Billy Connolly: “I could never read Tolkien. I always found him unreadable … I didn’t read [the books], and I normally don’t like people who have! The people who love it, they’re kind of scary. They talk all this gobbledygook and they think of it as the Holy Grail.” Dáin Ironfoot clearly doesn’t know who he’s dealing with. [tweetbutton] [facebook_ilike]
September 24, 2012 At Work Will Oldham on Bonnie “Prince” Billy By Alan Licht Will Oldham has been singing and composing for twenty-five years. In a new book, he discusses his highly individualistic approach to music making and the music industry (under the name Bonnie “Prince” Billy), one that cherishes intimacy, community, mystery, and spontaneity. Do you think a song is ever really finished? I feel like a song is completed when the writing is done and I present it to a friend, partner, or group of musicians. Then it’s completed when we record together and finish mixing. Then it’s completed each and every time someone listens. I think that a song, for the most part, is completed by the listening experience. It enters into people’s brains and mutates and then might get completed again—in their dreams, in mix tapes that they make, or in new listening experiences that they have. So it isn’t ever finished because there’s never going to be a definitive listening experience. I guess the idea is that I listen to certain favorite songs over and over because for some reason I just haven’t finished listening to them. But in terms of concentrating on the bones of the song, that ends with the recording; in rare cases there will be arrangement modifications, but from that point on the skeleton is always going to stay the same. From then on, playing live, for me, is more like an exercise to stay in shape for writing and recording. There’s the way a song can sound when you’re just playing it in a room to somebody that’s going to perform it with you, and then the way it sounds in the rehearsal room when you’re playing it with a band, and then there’s the way it sounds when you go into a studio and the engineer is listening to it; there’s an evolution of the song’s identity from when it’s something that you’re creating on your own to where it ultimately ends up. Yes. Anybody who’s a big music fan and plays music for people experiences this, but if you work with recorded music you can point to the differences in instrumentation or preparedness or arrangement. And you can play the same recording of the same song and have vastly different feelings about it. You could be listening to a song in your car and not enjoying it, and then someone could get in the car and all of a sudden the song becomes good, or the reverse. It seems to me that the ears that are listening make more difference than the way the music sounds. ‘Cause you can also tell when you see people who are absolutely 100 percent enthralled and enjoying inarguably terrible music, and they’re smart human beings; you see it happening and you realize it doesn’t have anything, or far less, to do with the music itself than the listening done by the listener and the situation. Read More