When I first moved to Chicago, I didnt have any friends so I made a magazine called Little Girl Games. The first issue was about 16 pages, I did all the production myself with an envelope as my straight edge and a Pritt glue stick.
Marcel Cohen’s In Search of a Lost Ladino: Letter to Antonio Saura, translated by poet and art critic Raphael Rubinstein, is a memoir that meditates on the possibility of a personal and historical recovery through the act of translation.
You probably never wanted to look too closely at a chicken nugget. But what if you discovered that the true contents of that nine-piece box are a gallon of petroleum, at least a dozen pounds of processed corn and a touch of butane? You might switch to free-range chicken from Whole Foods and organic asparagus.
An understandable mystique surrounds the Brontë household. From the small parsonage of this close-knit family, nestled on the windswept moors, would come three of the nineteenth century’s most acclaimed novelists: Charlotte, Emily, and Anne Brontë.
In 1939, the writer James Agee moved to Flatbush to work on a magazine article about Brooklyn. By then, Agee was an established figure in New York’s literary left, and he was on assignment for Fortune, which at the time was one of the most liberal magazines in the country.
At a time when evangelical values have, by Bush or by crook, descended upon the United States like the aftermath of a Hiroshima mushroom cloud, we might as well remember a controversial Victorian, Sigmund Freud.
Jonathan Ames’ ass itched for 15 years. Then, one day, he learned that athlete’s foot powder when applied to his rear cured him of his itchiness and wrote about it in his regular column in the New York Press.