I had, after all, been homecoming king and nearly valedictorian in high school, gotten into Columbia, attained decent grades, made friends, had sex, won a Spectator column, and improved my writing.
I had, after all, been homecoming king and nearly valedictorian in high school, gotten into Columbia, attained decent grades, made friends, had sex, won a Spectator column, and improved my writing.
College is supposed to be a time of unrivaled variety, but it is so hard to dabble at Columbia. Life more resembles a series of obsessions or addictions.
College is supposed to be a time of unrivaled variety, but it is so hard to dabble at Columbia. Life more resembles a series of obsessions or addictions.
Though each season of “Curb” ostensibly has a plot, it’s always only a pretense for the show to explore its big theme, which is pretty much its only theme: Larry David blundering his way around Santa Monica.
Though each season of “Curb” ostensibly has a plot, it’s always only a pretense for the show to explore its big theme, which is pretty much its only theme: Larry David blundering his way around Santa Monica.
We compare ourselves to others, not others to ourselves, and find one or the other wanting. ‘Comparisons are odious,’ goes the old platitude. But what else do we have?
We compare ourselves to others, not others to ourselves, and find one or the other wanting. ‘Comparisons are odious,’ goes the old platitude. But what else do we have?
Castle Freeman’s new novel, Go With Me, has been called “a gem that ... cuts like a knife” by the Boston Globe, and Kirkus Reviews asserts that “if all novels were this good, Americans would read more.” It is the archetype of the kind of fiction that everyone has enjoyed since second grade, but it is also respectable and critically acclaimed. What could possibly go wrong?
Castle Freeman’s new novel, Go With Me, has been called “a gem that ... cuts like a knife” by the Boston Globe, and Kirkus Reviews asserts that “if all novels were this good, Americans would read more.” It is the archetype of the kind of fiction that everyone has enjoyed since second grade, but it is also respectable and critically acclaimed. What could possibly go wrong?
