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This week, Lorin and I made a whirlwind trip to Houston, where we had the chance to visit the wonderful Brazos Bookstore<\/a>. While browsing their well-curated cookbook selection, my eye was caught by a volume called 101 Classic Cookbooks<\/em><\/a>, curated by the Fales Library. Published by Rizzoli, it is as much an art book as a recipe primer (although there are plenty of those too, from such luminaries as Julia Child and Alice Waters). Images of antique receipt books and mid-century food art make for great cultural history. \u2014Sadie Stein<\/strong><\/p>\n

Charles Portis is that rare literary legend too few have read\u2014me included. When I spotted a copy of his 1979 novel, The Dog of the South<\/em><\/a>, on a friend\u2019s shelf, I knew it was time to find out if the rumors are true. They are. There\u2019s a hopped-up futility to this tale of a man in pursuit of his wife and her lover south of the border, and when Ray’s surrender is set off against small moments of truculence, it\u2019s comic gold. One passage in particular, of Ray trying to outrace another car in a total clunker, reminds me a bit of the pie-fight scene in Gravity’s Rainbow<\/em>, which was published only six years before; though the setup is far less surreal, it\u2019s rife with absurdity:<\/p>\n

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I\u2019ve had enough of this, I said to myself, and I was just about ready to quit when the exhaust system or the drive shaft dropped to the highway beneath the Chrysler and began to kick up sparks. Jack was down for the day. I shot over a rise and left him with a couple honks. Harvest yellow Imperial. Like new. Loaded. One owner. See to appreciate. Extra sharp. Good rubber. A real nice car. Needs some work. Call Cherokee Bail Bonds and ask for Jack. Work odd hours. Keep calling<\/em>.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\u2014Nicole Rudick
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Walker Percy, the National Book Award winner and Paris Review <\/em>interview subject<\/a>, has a delightful and underappreciated piece called \u201cBourbon, Neat\u201d<\/a> on a topic near and dear to my heart. Percy claims that bourbon does for him what a bite of cake did for Proust and goes on to expound an aesthetic approach to bourbon in which the chief pleasure comes from, \u201cthe little explosion of Kentucky U.S.A. sunshine in the cavity of the nasopharynx and the hot bosky bit of Tennessee summertime,\u201d words that make this Kentuckian\u2019s breast swell with pride. More importantly, this piece provides a ready-made, literary-minded rebuttal to accusations of alcoholism.\u00a0A defense, I imagine, that might prove useful to more than a few of our readers. \u2014Graham Rogers<\/strong><\/p>\n

I recently picked up The Open Door: One Hundred Poems, One Hundred Years of Poetry Magazine<\/em><\/a>, which was released in celebration of Poetry Magazine<\/em>\u2019s centennial (thanks to Sam Fox for lending it to me!). If you need to be reminded of the incomparable poems that the magazine published first in its pages (including those of Wallace Stevens, T. S. Eliot, and Sylvia Plath), read excellent poetry by an author you might not have discovered yet, or simply remember why poetry is worth loving, this is the book to turn to. I recommend getting together with a few friends, taking turns opening to a poem at random, and reading out loud\u2014knowing that you (and they) won\u2019t be disappointed. \u2014Emma Goldhammer<\/strong><\/p>\n

According to Robert Louis Stevenson in \u201cThe Secret of the Heather Ale,\u201d the last Pictish king chose to have his son put to death and be killed himself rather than reveal the secrets of his favorite beverage to an invading Scottish army. You could try and re-create the ale that \u201cWas sweeter far then honey, \/ Was stronger far than wine,\u201d yourself this weekend by boiling five ounces of flowering heather tops (any color, although white is allegedly the luckiest) and boil in a gallon and a half of water. After an hour add seventeen pounds of honey and boil for a further half hour, before leaving the mixture to rest for another thirty minutes. Strain into a seven gallon wine fermenting bin and fill the bin to the top with cold water. Stir through one sachet of champagne yeast, skim off any foam that forms on the surface and decant into clean wine bottles. It should be ready after a week or two. \u2014Charlotte Goldney
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This week the loveable geeks over at A.V. Club<\/em> published a tripartite list <\/a>of the 1990s\u2019 best films. It\u2019s a neat little nostalgia trip on its own, populated by Tarantinos and Jarmuschs and Scorseses and such. But web-surfers were quick to point out that the skinny white dude aesthetic of the Club<\/em> list-makers resulted in the absolute omission of black and female directors from this particular record of the nineties canon. Weirdly, this didn\u2019t yield a firestorm: it produced a thoughtful discussion of the nature of institutional bias (think Linda Nochlin\u2019s essay \u201cWhy Have Their Been No Great Women Artists\u201d in 140-character tidbits), and the chance to reflect upon the contingency of our cultural consumption. Start at Slate<\/em><\/a> if you\u2019re interested. \u2014Samuel Fox
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