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When There’s No More Room in Hell
Best. Anchor Bay DVD Release. Ever.
And Tom “My time in Vietnam had a big influence on me” Savini is the most insane man in the film makeup business. If you check out the extras, watch his eyes light up when he contemplates pig intestines and exploding heads. That’s what movie magic is all about.
Well, Now That You Mention It, We’re Frequent Pub Quiz Participants. But We Couldn’t Pronounce Their Names Correctly To Save Our Lives
Oscar Villalon asks whether the Nobel’s really worth it: “Even the most erudite among us will have a hard time naming a single book by a great chunk of past laureates. How about that Sigrid Undset (1928)? Who could ever forget her, right? Or how about Par Lagerkvist (1951)? Or Jaroslav Seifert (1984)? Got those names tattooed on the brain, don’t you? And if you do, it’s because you’ve boned up on all the past winners for trivia night at the pub.”
High-Class Journalism
Salon talks with Toni Bentley: “‘You could eat off my asshole,’ you write, describing your ritual ablutions. Can it be true that you did not see, touch or smell shit during the 298 anal penetrations you describe? Is that a realistic expectation for most people?”
Ah, nothing like the unfettered freedom of the Internet to encourage the seminal questions of our time. How long before Philip Roth is finally cornered by Rebecca Traister’s unequivocally eloquent mind on Portnoy? (via Ron)
Deborah Solomon Interviews Deborah Solomon
You’re a moribund NYT journalist who can’t even treat Pulitzer Prize winners with anything close to respect. Do you smile much?
Only if you tell me how brilliant I am at making your life a living hell in fifty words or less.
That seems to me a silly way of making a living.
So long as the expense request forms keep clearing for my Prada purchases, I can’t complain.
That strikes me as unethical. Do your columns really matter?
Keller keeps me chained to this gig. I’ve tried pitching him on more feature stories, but he wants me to stay a jaded bitch. Plus, circulation says my shit goes down well right before that Ethicist guy.
Shouldn’t you be celebrating your interview subject’s achievements?
This isn’t People Magazine. This is the New York Times. It’s high-profile journalism for short attention spans.
Yes, but when your interviews can be read over a few sips of coffee, how can people enjoy the paper?
They read me again. And again. They see the photo against the white backdrop and they get the illusion of pith.
That sounds more like the Post.
Get with the program, kiddo. Tanenhaus has dumbed down the Book Review. Why stop with that section?