Lovely piece in the Tribune today via the Los Angeles Times on yet another memoir that turned out false. The author, Meghan Daum, asks the question whose answer has me banging my head against the wall every day:
why don’t these authors simply present their books as fiction? After all, many novels are truer than their [...]
Still Hating Memoirs
Induction junk-tion, what’s your funk-tion?
Just finished reading Wittgenstein’s Poker. It’s something I had wanted to get around to doing for awhile now, but it was easy to put off. That is, until Mr. D Smith mailed it to me. The gesture, I felt, deserved a prompt reading.
Once, long ago, a friend asked me if it would be [...]
I Learned This 550 Years Ago, Thanks
Today is our first of many faculty meetings this year. I will always long for the days when I saw “teacher in service” on the calendar and felt my heart leap at the chance to squander my afternoon freedom on dating shows (Elimidate, The Fifth Wheel, Blind Date, we hardly knew ye). Now, I grumble [...]
Something New I Learned Today
After much prodding, and eventually having the book mailed to me by my loving grandmother, I am reading Devil in the White City. It’s fantastic–I forgot the joy of non-fiction. Well written, it’s like a roller coaster in that it’s on rails and you could stand back far enough and see the whole thing [...]
