Today we are well accustomed to having some of the most enduring names in American letters long associated with The New Yorker: John Updike, appearing there for nearly sixty years; E. B. White; James Thurber; John Cheever; Rachel Carson; John McPhee; and many more. However, The New Yorker was a newcomer in 1925.
In one sense, actor Bruce Dern is an interviewer's dream: He's pithy, quotable and voluble. In another sense, Dern is an interviewer's nightmare: You ask one question and never get the chance to ask another, because he's got so much to say.
Murakami's books have for me served as a commentary on Gatsby. I read his work as if with a Gatsby divining rod, alert to allusions embedded in his narratives, which confirm my understanding of the classic.
What's a workation? Let me explain. We are living in chaotic times and we can never catch up. This is how people must have felt, too, at the beginning of the industrial revolution. Either you adapt and keep up, or die.
A glittering success as a writer when he was just 24, Fitzgerald died 20 years later still a young man, with most of his works unread by the public in 1940, and his status as one of the finest, and most popular, American writers yet to be established.
Are we truly living for ourselves or for the benefit of the exposition, and perpetuating our audience's own FOMO?
The increasingly popular two-day event, held for the eighth time and hosted by Michael Arenella's Dreamland Orchestra attracted hundreds of visitors in Great Gatsby-esque attire.
They were quite the odd couple, yet they were similar; the two of them together. They didn't allow others to get too close to them, for fear they would be left inept. They both maintained a steadfast love affair with child-like innocence.
Semiotics aside, Pacific Rim delivered what is simply the most awesome sci-fi-slash-action-adventure experience on the screen this year (and a chunk of this decade, actually), and it will likely win an Oscar.
You can't keep something with that much quality, with that much appeal, down. It's just a matter of time.
It seemed to me that Luhrmann worked hard to represent all of the symbolism in the novel as heavily as Fitzgerald did, while applying his unique style.
Until we recognize that our debate over racial demographics is really a debate over the power and inequality that we have arbitrarily enshrined in randomly assigned phenotypical features, then we will hopelessly "beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
"As a psychologist viewing the country as a patient, I think we've become over-identified with the accomplishments of the 'cultural ego.'"
A new memoir has begun in the Believer magazine, with the first installment just published. It's by Robert Atwan, writing as "Thomas Buchanan." Yes, that Tom Buchanan, Daisy's husband, Nick's Yale frenemy, Gatsby's nemesis.
The Great Gatsby showed me how the cars and outfits have changed, but commuting into and out of the city has not been updated much since the 1920s. Yes, bridges and roads have been improved, but it is still faster to get to certain places via car than train.
As a self-proclaimed English-nerd, I am unable to let the new film adaptation of The Great Gatsby go un-reviewed. I go to approximately five movies ev...