I remember the moment Jeanette Winterson entered my life. It was the summer of 1995, upstairs in a dusty used-bookstore called The Book Peddler in downtown Eau Claire, Wisconsin. I was lost somewhere in the…
Date Archives April 2012
Cleverness leaves me cold
There’s something disconcerting about disliking a book where a child suffers horribly. It makes you feel like a heartless monster. But here I am, not liking Girlchild by Tupelo Hassman. In this case, I don’t…
How do you enjoy something ironically? My love for Journey is sincere
This is a sincere and genuine question, how do you enjoy something ironically? Perhaps, because I’m an aging GenXer I will never quite understand the ironic enjoyment of “bad” things. Is the fact that I…
Beauty Crowds Me Until I Die
I bought the fucking bag, and if I were the type of person to rewrite my own bullshit history, I’d go delete those last two posts. I bought the fucking bag for two reasons. First,…