“Have you read Rabbit, Run by Updike?” my friend wrote. “I want to like it.”
In fact, I had not. John Updike was a name that I had heard, but had nothing with which to associate it, not through any fault of his own. I simply hadn’t read any of his (many) books. Continue reading Book Worm: Rabbit, Run
Put yourself into life and never lose your openness, your childish enthusiasm throughout the journey that is life, and things will come your way. -F. Fellini
I’ve been thinking a lot about friendship and about location.
New cities are filled with hope and opportunity. There’s no day-to-day tedium, no awkward encounters, no accountability. A new city is an excitingly blank slate upon which you can heap all of your dreams for the person you’d like to be. Continue reading Childish Enthusiasm and Community
When I was 16, I saw that TCM would be showing La Dolce Vita one morning, beginning at 3AM. I had never seen it before, but had discovered my love of classic movies a few years earlier. It was a weekend in late summer, so I dutifully set my alarm for 2:55AM, woke up, walked downstairs, and started watching Fellini’s classic. Continue reading Cinecittà and Street Art
She seems to exist in only two possible situations: on the back of a Harley, gray hair poking out of her motorcycle helmut, or standing on the sidewalk, somewhere between confused and straining to recall where she was going when she walked out the door.
She must be 80, at least. Her white hair is bobbed and frames her tan, wrinkled face, which is speckled with age spots and the corporal paraphernalia of a lifelong smoker. She likely has dementia, but I’m no doctor. She waves every time I walk past, with the innocence that only the really young or the really old have the capacity to possess. Continue reading Enjoy Your Life
I thought it might never happen. In fact, I had given up many times in the past. But finally, after 10 years, I finished In Search of Lost Time: The Way by Swann’s.
Recently, I went to Chicago and was so desperately looking forward to the plane ride because I knew I would be able to use that time to finish up the last 100 pages of this book. Indeed, I did. Continue reading Book Worm: In Search of Lost Time