To my mind, Jimmy Cannon was the greatest sports writer who ever lived. I read his columns in the New York Post avidly and religiously. When he wasn't writing about sports, he was musing, offering his personal, mostly one- or two-liner opinions, about anything that hit his off-the-charts observant eye. Most had little to do with sports.
Inside Llewyn Davis is a compassionate reminder of how hard it is to be an artist, and of the great legacy musicians leave behind. At the end of the day, when a civilization is assessed with the clarity of historical perspective, it is the arts that most define it: architecture, painting, plays, philosophy, music.