February 9, 2012 The Culture Diaries A Week in Culture: Matthew Thurber, Cartoonist By Matthew Thurber MONDAY 6:30 A.M. Woke up. Bought coffee at deli. Read amNewYork on the subway to Queens. Page six: Khloe Kardashian and her giant basketball-player husband wear their pajamas to open Xmas presents. 8:30 A.M. At Queens College illustration class, one of my students turned in a drawing of anthropomorphic poop. Read More
February 8, 2012 Arts & Culture On the Shelf By Sadie Stein Zora Neale Hurston, 1938. Photographer: Carl Van Vechten. A cultural news roundup. RIP, John Christopher. Brighten your day! The world’s most beautiful bookstores. Book (review) clubs. The Rings of Saturn, coming to a theater near you. Their Eyes Were Watching God, coming to a radio near you. Amazon.com, coming to a store near you? R. Crumb (among others) turns the Western canon into graphic novels. David Foster Wallace’s keeper shelf. Mona Lisa’s double. Pirates of Lexicon Valley. Bloomsbury Group antics: expensive. “If you come, so what? If you don’t come, so what? Will Turkey lose prestige?” Auster v. Erdogan. The museum of human gullibility. “12 Globe-Shaped Foods. Top 10 Famous Buses. 40 Culturally Relevant Birds. 13 High-Tech Steampunk USB Flash Drives.” Why we like lists.
February 7, 2012 Arts & Culture Happy Hour with Gian By Giancarlo DiTrapano John Haskell. Photo by Ryan Field. John Haskell, Dec. 13, 2011. Sparks Steak House, East Forty-sixth Street. John and I met for dinner at Sparks Steak House on East Forty-sixth Street. He was writing a piece on city restaurants where mobsters have been gunned down. Sparks has fine steaks but an even finer history of murder under its front awning. (Mob boss Paul Castellano and his guard were shot out front by mobsters wearing white trench coats and black Russian ushanka hats.) I live on West Forty-sixth, so I walked through Times cytotec mexico Square and crossed a few more avenues to the restaurant. I passed through the thirty-year-old murder scene out front, came inside, and a rambunctious party filled the reception area. John was already there, in the middle of the party. He waved me his way and we were shown to our table. John Haskell: I was walking down the street, singing some Christmas carol, like a Nat King Cole thing … Gian: Out loud? JH: Yeah, kind of singing, people walking around. The weather’s nice, it’s Christmas time, and I was feeling happy. Happiness is appreciation. I think appreciation has something to do with the fact that you’re going to die. It’s like, “This is life, and it’s going to be over, but this is the moment now.” Talking around the idea of happiness is holy stuff. Its definition and how to attain it is what Aristotle would ask of Plato in a dusty Athenian salon thousands of years ago. But today, happiness is rarely a topic of discussion outside of a therapist’s office or a sorority dorm room. To be happy, we have learned, we must also be naive. Read More
February 7, 2012 At Work Josh Melnick and Walter Murch in Conversation By Josh Melnick In 2009, artist Josh Melnick used a scientific research camera to film portraits of New York City subway riders in slow motion—very slow motion, about a hundred times slower than normal film speed. The result was a moment viewed as if through a high-powered microscope, revealing a degree of temporal detail inaccessible to the naked eye. Around that time, Melnick sat down in a hotel lobby in Manhattan for a conversation with Academy Award–winning film editor and sound designer Walter Murch (whose films include The Conversation, Apocalypse Now, The Godfather, THX 1338, and The English Patient, to name a few). Murch is an amateur astronomer, a prolific translator, author of the seminal book on film editing, In the Blink of an Eye, and subject of The Conversations by Michael Ondaatje. Their conversation, excerpted here, appears in full in Melnick’s book, The 8 Train, forthcoming this spring. You take the subway from the airport? Yes. It’s great because it’s an elevated train. You have that early-twentieth-century experience of looking into people’s third-floor windows. You can see people’s attempts or nonattempts to screen off their lives from the view of disinterested observers. I was watching this, and then I began watching the other people on the train watching this, and then, because of my interest in blinking, I started wondering what their blink rates were. You’ve written about blinking. In high school, I read that every fifteen seconds or so, some kind of windshield wiper needs to clean they eye off, which is the blink. Yet, if that were true—if that was the only thing going on—you’d come into a certain environment like this, and some thermostat would kick in and say, Okay, blink once every 7.2 seconds. But that isn’t what happens. People blink at irregular times. Like most people, I was oblivious to blinking until The Conversation, which was the first feature that I edited. I had the repeated, uncanny experience of watching Gene Hackman’s close-ups and deciding where to cut—He put the tape down, and now he’s thinking about what he’s going to do with the tape and … cut. Very frequently, more frequently than I would have thought, the point that I decided to cut was the point that Hackman blinked. I thought, That’s peculiar. Then, after one session that lasted all night, I went out to get some breakfast. It was a Sunday morning, and I passed a Christian Science reading room in San Francisco, down in the SoMA district. They had a copy of the Christian Science Monitor. John Huston had just finished Fat City, and there was an interview with him about the film. The topic of editing came up, and he said to the interviewer, “Look at me. Now look at that lamp. Now look at me. Did you see what you did?” “No.” “Well, you blinked. When you changed subject, you blinked. That’s what the cut is.” And I suddenly thought, Aha! He was doing it along with a change of visual frame, but I realized we also blink with a change in our interior view. Read More
February 6, 2012 Bulletin Only One Day to Go! By The Paris Review Remember: through Tuesday, when you subscribe to The Paris Review, you’ll receive all four installments of Roberto Bolaño’s The Third Reich! That’s right, seven issues of poetry, fiction, and interviews, for just $50. Act fast—time is running out!
February 6, 2012 On Television Buffering By Adam Wilson Lillyhammer, now streaming on Netflix. My name wasn’t on the list. When I told her I was with The Paris Review, the woman in charge gave a can’t-be-bothered shrug and stuck me on the red carpet between a correspondent from the socialite party blog Guest of a Guest and a reporter from The New York Daily News. The two were in deep discussion about a monthly gathering for gay men over six foot two. “The Tall Gay Agenda, you’ve seriously never heard of it?” “But I would never get in—I’m only 5’9”! “It’s not just for tall gays, it’s in celebration of. Admirers are welcome!” I was eavesdropping hard, announcing my dorky heterosexuality by wearing a backpack, revealing my red-carpet naïveté by not carrying a recording device and mumbling the name of my publication. “Shouldn’t you be, like, hanging out with The Observer or something?” The occasion was a screening and gala to celebrate Lilyhammer, a quirky new series starring Steven “Little Stevie” Van Zandt (of Sopranos and E Street Band fame). Stevie plays a former New York mobster removed to rural Norway after ratting out his boss and joining the Witness Protection Program. The show, which premiers today through Netflix’s Play at Home streaming service, is the company’s first foray into original programming. Prophetic bloggers have buzzed about the inevitability of this move for years: Netflix is coming, and the masters of pay cable are terrified. Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I streamed the whole thing. Read More