Tom Wolfe remembers his greatest humiliation—that thing that happens in New York City when you try and flag a cab but some assh*le steals it right from under your finger. This happened to Tom Wolfe. In the 60’s. And it still haunts him.
[This ran with the super longreads piece Tom Wolfe wrote for Newsweek on Wall Street “eunuchs.”]
If the reader prefers, this book may be regarded as fiction. But there is always the chance that such a book of fiction may throw some light on what has been written as fact.
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| — | ― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast |
The textbooks children learn from in school reveal and shape national attitudes—and should provoke debate.
Few, if any, instruments shape national culture more powerfully than the materials used in schools. Textbooks are not only among the first books most people encounter; in many places they are, along with religious texts, almost the only books they encounter. A study in South Africa showed that fewer than half of pupils had access to more than ten books at home. In 2010 a study by Egypt’s government found that, apart from school textbooks, 88% of Egyptian households read no books.
Fantastic read.
Best bookends ever! Art in the Park in #montclair #books #dragons #fantasy #reading (Taken with Instagram at Anderson Park)
Amazon.com has launched an “election heat map,” which shows what American customers are reading leading up to the election, broken down by “red states” and “blue states.”
The heat map, which is available here, is updated daily.
Robert Zaretzky with some historical perspective on the Lehrer affair:
His book, haild by the critics, presents itself as a guide to human nature; it claims scientific rigor, yet is written for the non-specialist. And then, it is discovered that when he is not recycling old material,…
When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.
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| — | Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast |
