{"id":266,"date":"2010-06-03T13:01:47","date_gmt":"2010-06-03T17:01:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/?p=266"},"modified":"2014-01-26T21:26:41","modified_gmt":"2014-01-27T02:26:41","slug":"the-culture-diaries-part-ii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2010\/06\/03\/the-culture-diaries-part-ii\/","title":{"rendered":"A Week in Culture: Sarah Crichton, Part 2"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>This is the second installment of Sarah Crichton&#8217;s culture diary. Click <a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2010\/06\/02\/the-culture-diaries-sarah-crichton\/\" target=\"_blank\">here<\/a> to read part 1.<\/em><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_411\" style=\"width: 235px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><a href=\"http:\/\/us.macmillan.com\/all\/editorslist\/General\/SarahCrichtonBooks\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-411\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/06\/SARAHCRICHTON\u00a9JOYCERAVID7436-jpg1-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"SARAH CRICHTON \u00a9JOYCE RAVID\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-411\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-411\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Sarah Crichton. Photograph by Joyce Ravid. <\/p><\/div>\n<h3><strong>DAY FOUR<\/strong><\/h3>\n<\/p>\n<p><strong style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">7 A.M.<\/strong> Morning edition. <em>The New York Times<\/em>. Kagan, oil spill, crushing debt. Market\u2019s going to hell in a hand basket. Leaving late today because I\u2019ve put off a mammogram long enough. Kill time with <em>Architectural Digest<\/em>. Jean Strouse has an article on a house in Costa Rica. These days, fewer magazines send fewer writers to fewer fab spots on their dime. Good on you, Jean Strouse! Tear out pages with decorating tips I\u2019ll never use. Killing more time, turn on <em>Morning Joe<\/em>. Tired of the banter, go to YouTube and watch the Lady Gaga and Beyonc\u00e9 <a href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=EVBsypHzF3U\" target=\"_blank\">video<\/a> people have mentioned, \u201cTelephone.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><strong style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">9 A.M.<\/strong> Wander back to kitchen where the radio is still on. <em>BBC World<\/em>. Bangkok is preparing to explode, and expats are calling in with observations in real-time. Very exciting. Hard to pull away to leave for mammogram. In fact, decide to pretend I have a ten-thirty appointment, when I know full well it was ten.<\/p>\n<p><strong style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">10:45 A.M.<\/strong> Have brought<a href=\"http:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/reporting\/2010\/05\/03\/100503fa_fact_malcolm\" target=\"_blank\"> Janet Malcolm article<\/a> to appointment with me; I\u2019m almost done. (It\u2019s very long.) She\u2019s visiting the Bukharan part of Forest Hills, and has just accidentally spotted the little girl who has, in essence, been orphaned by the murder: \u201cA child on a tricycle, pedaling vigorously and laughing in a forced and exaggerated manner, preceded [the couple]. It was Michelle. Gavriel recognized me from the courtroom, and paused to exchange a few words. Walking to the subway, I swore at myself. Had I stayed in Khaika\u2019s garden another minute, I would have had the chance to observe Michelle in the heart of her feared father\u2019s family. But perhaps my glimpse of her face distorted by mirthless laughter sufficed for my journalist\u2019s purpose. I thought I got the message.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><strong style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">11:00 A.M.<\/strong> <em>The View<\/em> comes on. In the doctor\u2019s. I try hard to stay focused on my magazine. I lose the battle. The show is too weird to ignore.<\/p>\n<p><strong style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">11:45 A.M.<\/strong> Back on the No. 4 train to Union Square. Manage to finish Malcolm piece, and mourn the fact that it\u2019s over.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/06\/matthewmorrison-150x150.png\" alt=\"\" title=\"\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" class=\"alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-410\" \/><strong style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">6:40 P.M.<\/strong> Home. As I cook, <em>All Things Considered<\/em>. <em>Marketplace<\/em>\u2014they\u2019re playing &#8220;Stormy Weather,&#8221; which means another bad day on Wall Street. I have shameful plans for the rest of the night. I think, Yes! At eight, <em>American Idol<\/em>: we\u2019re getting to the finish. And when that\u2019s over: <em>Glee<\/em>. Fine, mock me. But I love that <a href=\"http:\/\/www.imdb.com\/name\/nm1285162\/\" target=\"_blank\">Matthew Morrison<\/a>; loved him as a love-struck Italian boy in <em>Light in the Piazza<\/em>, and as a love-torn lieutenant in <em>South Pacific<\/em>. I love a song-and-dance number.\u2028 I have an hour before <em>AI<\/em> (as they say), so I put on an old Segovia LP (I love the pops of the vinyl against the warm strings), and read a large chunk of a surprisingly good manuscript. At eight, I forget my plan and put Joni Mitchell\u2019s scratchy <em>For the Roses<\/em> on the turntable. The vinyl pops pop pop. I stage my own song-and-dance number. If this were <em><a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Shindig!\" target=\"_blank\">Shindig!<\/a><\/em>, they\u2019d give me a cage.<\/p>\n<p><strong style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">10:50 P.M.<\/strong> Damn. Missed all shows, but catch a few final moments of Julianna Margulies in <em>The Good Wife<\/em>. She is so beautiful.<\/p>\n<p><strong style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">11:00 P.M. <\/strong> Jon Stewart is very good tonight: <em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.thedailyshow.com\/watch\/tue-may-11-2010\/release-the-kagan\" target=\"_blank\">Release the Kagan<\/a><\/em>.<\/p>\n<p><strong style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">11:30 P.M.<\/strong> Dip around in <a href=\"http:\/\/www.randomhouse.com\/catalog\/display.pperl?isbn=9780385531580\" target=\"_blank\">Jules Feiffer\u2019s memoir<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p><h3><strong>DAY FIVE<\/strong><\/h3>\n<\/p>\n<p><strong style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">5:15 A.M.<\/strong> More Feiffer.<\/p>\n<p><strong style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">7:00 A.M.<\/strong> Waiting for an egg to boil, pick up <em>Time Out<\/em>. Exciting: Sara Rudner, a dancer I\u2019ve worshipped for many many years, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.nytimes.com\/2010\/05\/15\/arts\/dance\/15weather.html\" target=\"_blank\">is returning to the Baryshnikov Arts Center<\/a> in a few days to perform a dance I saw back in 1994, the last time it was performed. I go online and buy one ticket for Friday night. More and more these days I go places alone, and I\u2019m content.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/This-Happening-LCD-Soundsystem\/dp\/B003BEE0F8\/?_encoding=UTF8&#038;camp=1789&#038;creative=9325&#038;linkCode=ur2&#038;tag=theparrev0f-20\" target=\"_blank\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/06\/lcdsoundsystem-150x150.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" class=\"alignright size-thumbnail wp-image-413\" \/><\/a><strong style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">7:30 A.M.<\/strong> As I get ready, I <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/This-Happening-LCD-Soundsystem\/dp\/B003BEE0F8\/?_encoding=UTF8&#038;camp=1789&#038;creative=9325&#038;linkCode=ur2&#038;tag=theparrev0f-20\" target=\"_blank\">download a CD<\/a> of the new LCD Soundsystem that my nice assistant burned for me.<\/p>\n<p><strong style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">10:40 A.M.<\/strong> Hard day. Nothing is quite right. Check out a YouTube video a new friend suggested when we were discussing attitudes about weight. <em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=yUTJQIBI1oA\" target=\"_blank\">Fat Rant<\/a><\/em> by <a href=\"http:\/\/fatrantblog.wordpress.com\/\">Joy Nash<\/a>. Very funny, very fresh way to address weight. Watch <em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=A8dm5VpYGH4&#038;feature=related\" target=\"_blank\">Fat Rant 2<\/a><\/em> and <em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=PyQ_IKkAM9I&#038;feature=related\" target=\"_blank\">Fat Rant 3<\/a><\/em>, too.<\/p>\n<p><strong style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">11:30 A.M.<\/strong> I can\u2019t concentrate on my work. Maybe it\u2019s the four cups of coffee I\u2019ve had in the last hour and a half? I\u2019d prefer to blame something else, something bigger, say, the Internet. I Google an article I\u2019ve always meant to read: \u201c<a href=\"http:\/\/www.theatlantic.com\/magazine\/archive\/2008\/07\/is-google-making-us-stupid\/6868\/\" target=\"_blank\">Is Google making us Stupid<\/a>?\u201d from <em>The Atlantic<\/em> a few years back, by Nicholas Carr. Try to read the piece, but keep getting interrupted. Will read tonight.<\/p>\n<p><strong style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">3:30 P.M.<\/strong> Just remembered that <a href=\"http:\/\/www.salon.com\/books\/laura_miller\/2010\/05\/09\/the_shallows\" target=\"_blank\">Laura Miller wrote a piece<\/a> in <em>Salon<\/em> about Carr&#8217;s piece and his resulting book, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/gp\/product\/0393339750\/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&#038;camp=1789&#038;creative=9325&#038;creativeASIN=0393339750&#038;linkCode=as2&#038;tag=theparrev0f-20\" target=\"_blank\"><em>The Shallows<\/em><\/a>. Track it down and print it out for later. Is there a wiser critic than Laura Miller?<\/p>\n<p><strong style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">5:15 P.M.<\/strong> <a href=\"http:\/\/www.brownstoner.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">Brownstoner.com<\/a> alert comes in every day at this time. House porn for Brooklynites.<\/p>\n<p><strong style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">7:00 P.M.<\/strong> Fix an omelette and watch <em>The Lehrer Report<\/em>.  The oil-spill reports become unbearable. So go back to kitchen and read cookbooks, with WQXR in background. WQXR is so much more interesting since the sale to WNYC. I have four women coming for dinner on Saturday night. We all met in college, and have a reunion coming up, but no one wants to go. So this is our own private reunion. I have three new cookbooks: Thomas Heller\u2019s <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/gp\/product\/1579653774\/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&#038;camp=1789&#038;creative=9325&#038;creativeASIN=1579653774&#038;linkCode=as2&#038;tag=theparrev0f-20\" target=\"_blank\"><em>Ad Hoc at Home<\/em><\/a>; Alice Waters\u2019s <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/gp\/product\/0307336808\/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&#038;camp=1789&#038;creative=9325&#038;creativeASIN=0307336808&#038;linkCode=as2&#038;tag=theparrev0f-20\" target=\"_blank\"><em>In the Green Kitchen<\/em><\/a>, and the new <em>Gourmet<\/em> cookbook. I want to make everything in <em>Ad Hoc at Home<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p><strong style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">9:20 P.M.<\/strong> Now is not the time for new things. I\u2019ll cook old favorites: Greek-shrimp casserole from an old wonderful cookbook by Helen Hecht, the wife of the poet Anthony Hecht, and the novelist Elizabeth Gaffney\u2019s almond cake.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.nybooks.com\/issues\/2010\/apr\/29\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/06\/newyorkreviewtonyjudt.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"\" width=\"150\" height=\"204\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-432\" \/><\/a><strong style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">10:00 P.M.<\/strong> Pick up old <em>New York Review of Books<\/em>.  Read Tony Judt\u2019s essay, <em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.nybooks.com\/articles\/archives\/2010\/apr\/29\/ill-fares-the-land\/\">Ill Fares the Land<\/a><\/em>: \u201cSomething is profoundly wrong with the way we live today. For thirty years we have made a virtue of the pursuit of material self-interest: indeed, this very pursuit now constitutes whatever remains of our sense of collective purpose. We know what things cost but have no idea what they are worth. . . . We cannot go on living like this.\u201d\u2028 Depressed, cruise around Facebook, which depresses me more, except for a haunting version of Springsteen\u2019s <em>Thunder Road<\/em>, sung by Martha Plimpton, and <a href=\"http:\/\/www.facebook.com\/profile.php?id=881450367&#038;v=wall&#038;ref=ts#!\/profile.php?id=881450367&#038;v=wall&#038;story_fbid=121989631157994&#038;ref=mf\" target=\"_blank\">posted by Kurt Andersen<\/a>. Wish I had seen her cabaret show.\u2028 Why do people who don\u2019t know me want to be my friend? Kurt has 3,222 friends. We have sixty-seven in common. <a href=\"http:\/\/www.facebook.com\/susan.orlean\" target=\"_blank\">Susan Orlean<\/a> has 1,997 friends.  We have fifty-one friends in common. I friend <a href=\"http:\/\/www.facebook.com\/subzerowolf\" target=\"_blank\">Sub-Zero<\/a>. Now I\u2019m in the pool to win a whole new state-of-the-art kitchen for free.<\/p>\n<p><strong style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">11:00 P.M.<\/strong> Love Feiffer, but I don\u2019t want his life tonight. I want Pattie Boyd\u2019s. Pull from bedside stacks, <em>Wonderful Tonight<\/em>, her memoir of life with George Harrison and Eric Clapton. Quite sweet. She grew up in Kenya.<\/p>\n<p><h3><strong>DAY SIX<\/strong><\/h3>\n<\/p>\n<p><strong style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">4:49 A.M.<\/strong> Bad dream. Scrounge around on floor by bed and pull up a <em>New Yorker<\/em>. Read a <a href=\"http:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/humor\/2010\/04\/26\/100426sh_shouts_frazier\" target=\"_blank\">new Cursing Mommy by Ian Frazier<\/a>. Read parts outloud to scare away the scary monsters, and amuse self. \u201cFuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.\u201d Fall asleep mid-fuck.<\/p>\n<p><strong style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">8:30 A.M.<\/strong> Pilates. If that doesn\u2019t belong in a Culture Diary, I don\u2019t know what does.<\/p>\n<p><strong style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">9:40 A.M.<\/strong> On the A train, pull Lepore\/Malcolm <em>New Yorker<\/em> from bag. Read the story from Allegra Goodman. \u2028All day: Read e-mails, answer e-mails, delete e-mails.<\/p>\n<p><strong style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">6:40 P.M.<\/strong> On iPod, going to dinner party, watch an old Bush-era Jon Stewart episode. Damn, it\u2019s so sharp, so clear. Better than my TV at home. Laugh too loudly. Disconcert group around me.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/06\/realhousewivespic.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/06\/realhousewivespic-150x150.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" class=\"alignright size-thumbnail wp-image-421\" \/><\/a><strong style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">11:50 P.M.<\/strong> Missed <em>Real Housewives of New York<\/em>. All the housewives: of Orange County with their belief that happiness is just one breast implant away, of Atlanta with their McMansions. Cartoony, sure. But revealing, too, and on the New York series at least one or two of the women are going insane in front of our eyes. This is literature. I\u2019m too tired to watch tonight, but check website to see what I missed. Oh how funny! The lead advertiser is K-Y Jelly. I\u2019d love to see the market research.<\/p>\n<p><strong>DAY SEVEN<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">7:30 A.M.<\/strong> I missed yesterday\u2019s film of plumes of oil gushing, gushing, exploding in the gulf, but it is still everywhere today. On TV, online, in the paper. I need to pretend for a few hours that all is copacetic.<\/p>\n<p><strong style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">3:20 P.M.<\/strong> Patty Marx e-mails: &#8220;We\u2019re going to see Strindberg\u2019s <em>Creditors<\/em> tonight at the Harvey\/BAM. Maybe you should see if there\u2019s a free ticket and join us?&#8221; Donmar Warehouse\/Alan Rickman (oh I love Alan Rickman) has directed. The <em>Times<\/em> called it \u201c<a href=\"http:\/\/www.nytimes.com\/2010\/04\/11\/theater\/11creditors.html\" target=\"_blank\">thrilling<\/a>.\u201d I have my ticket for <em>Necessary Weather<\/em>. But that\u2019s way the hell over west on Thirty-seventh Street at eight, whereas <em>Creditors<\/em> is at seven-thirty at BAM, which is a short walk from my house. Go online, and there are four singles and one is on the aisle, which is what me and my legs demand. I buy it.<\/p>\n<p><strong style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">9:10 P.M.<\/strong> <em>Creditors<\/em> is over. Brilliant. And short. I realize how little Strindberg I\u2019ve seen. A lot of <em>Miss Julie<\/em>. Not that much else, and nothing like this. Kevin Kline and Phoebe Cates are there. Ach\u2014the perfect Gustav! You should play that role, I tell him. He smiles a wicked smile: \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><strong style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\">9:30 P.M.<\/strong> Home. Herbal tea, and pick up the new Franzen novel, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/gp\/product\/B00969GFFU\/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&#038;camp=1789&#038;creative=9325&#038;creativeASIN=B00969GFFU&#038;linkCode=as2&#038;tag=theparrev0f-20\" target=\"_blank\"><em>Freedom<\/em><\/a>, out in September. Dive in, meet Patty and Water Berglund of old St. Paul, am blissfully engulfed for hours and go to bed.<\/p>\n<p><em>Sarah Crichton, a former editor of <\/em>Seventeen<em> and <\/em>Newsweek<em>, is the publisher of <a href=\"http:\/\/us.macmillan.com\/all\/editorslist\/General\/SarahCrichtonBooks\" target=\"_blank\">Sarah Crichton Books<\/a> at Farrar, Straus and Giroux.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This is the second installment of Sarah Crichton&#8217;s culture diary. Click here to read part 1. DAY FOUR 7 A.M. Morning edition. The New York Times. Kagan, oil spill, crushing debt. Market\u2019s going to hell in a hand basket. 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