The great New Yorker/New York Review of Books writer/author Janet Malcolm threw down like a rapper on journalism in one of her most famous works, The Journalist and the Murderer. This post will grapples a bit with this contention, but simply as a writer, one has to respect the ferocity of her lede. “Morally indefensible?”Continue reading “Contra Janet Malcolm, not all journalists are betrayers”
The GOP's war on science gets worse, writes Elizabeth Kolbert, noting that the House GOP cut $300 million from NASA's budget for earth sciences (including climate) on the childish old theory that ignoring a problem will make it go away. That same week The New Yorker, for which Kolbert writes, came up with an evenContinue reading “GOP takes climate change denial to the next level”
A personal fav from among his many entries to the New Yorker's caption contest: (Didn't win but doesn't matter. Roger Ebert lives on.)
At age 62, Bruce Springsteen is on tour, and the young bucks (or semi-young bucks) of today, including Eddie Vedder of Pearl Jam, and Tom Morello of Rage Against the Machine, are joining him on stage. Good to see, and great to read a full-scale feature on Springsteen by the editor of The New YorkerContinue reading “Downbound Train: The kids think Springsteen is all right”
It's hard to keep up with the latest in climate change denial: it's just so far out. Last week Paul MacRae, a pro-climate change author associated with climate change denier central, Watts Up With That, boldly called for more planetary warming. No, really. Specifically, he sees the goodness of a time when CO2 levels in the atmosphereContinue reading “Climate change apologist calls for a hotter planet”
From a fun new site called Blown Covers, a New Yorker cover that could have been:
Will Steacy, a photographer in New York, reveals some of the requests he's gotten from The New Yorker over the years for a photographic images to go with their stories: -A man walking a white pit bull in the city – ideally with one front leg missing -A woman hiding behind a door – ideallyContinue reading “What The New Yorker wants in a fiction photograph”
Sometimes I wish I could live in a Ben Katchor painting…or watercolor.