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Ralph Nader's take on genre theory.
September 2009
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A Bloody Good Time Enough has been written about the brilliance of Mad Men that it doesn't really bear repeating here, but I just had to comment on the utterly insane amazingness of this week's "Guy Walks Into an Advertising Agency." On other blogs and TV forums there has been some minor complaining about a slow start to the third season. Then last week there was the storyline...
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Blog vs. Blog On a slightly related note: isn't it funny how certain segments of Internet users have appropriated the word "blog" to mean a post in a comments section? I've been noticing this for a while now, and you generally only see it on the Web sites of papers like the Register, whose readers have learned to leave comments but are generally not very Internet savvy. They...
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The story of Annie Le -- the Yale pharmacology Ph.D. student whose body was discovered in her lab this week -- is horrific, and it's difficult to know how to begin discussing it. But one of the aspects I've been watching with interest is how different media outlets have handled the story, and different groups of readers have responded to it. The story broke in the Register as...
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Nerd-dom I seem to have steered my entire Genre in Theory and Practice seminar into reading Watchmen (and watching the film, giant blue penis and all). I hope they don’t think I’m some weirdo who only reads ultra-violent, quasi-right-wing comic books. And therein lies a lot of what I like thinking about when I think about Watchmen and other graphic novels – how we create hierarchies of literature,...
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Juicy Gossip D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover : [O]ne may hear the most private affairs of other people, but only in a spirit of respect for the struggling, battered thing which any human soul is, and in a spirit of fine, discriminative sympathy. For even satire is a form of sympathy. It is the way our sympathy flows and recoils that really determines our lives. And here lies...
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A new direction For the past year or so, I’ve been struggling with a clichéd but still profound question: what to do with my life. When I was in college this wasn’t an issue; I was sure (well, let’s put it at 85%) that I wanted to be a journalist, and I doggedly pursued a strategy of applying (and applying and applying…) for internships at newspapers, getting my...