So it began at the dry-cleaners, at a smidgen past 9 a.m. last Sept. 11, when someone said a plane had hit the World Trade Center, and Chris, the Jamaican tailor, turned from his sewing machine in the front window (he had a radio on low) and said, “Two. Two planes have hit the towers. Read More
The Sexual Life of Catherine M. , by Catherine Millet. Grove Press, 209 pages, $23.
Catherine Millet’s astonishing memoir of physical desire, frequent orgiastic sex and rich psychic debasement, The Sexual Life of Catherine M. , was first published in France last year as La Vie Sexuelle de Catherine M . It was greeted with Read More
Wednesday 20th
They’re 50! And they love it! They love it, they love it, they love it! (Pardon us-sharp pang of missing Molly Shannon , who was the best thing about NBC’s Saturday Night Live and then just kind of disappeared, as funny women from that show have a rather ominous way of doing.) Read More
Violence, Nudity, Adult Content , by Vince Passaro. Simon and Schuster, 304 pages, $24.
All I Could Get , by Scott Lasser. Alfred A. Knopf, 247 pages, $24.
Palladio , by Jonathan Dee. Doubleday, 386 pages, $24.95.
In the sweat of thy face thou shalt eat bread . Adam’s curse is the weary Read More
Ernest Hemingway was stupid. Haven’t you heard? It’s right there, in the latest issue of Harper’s Magazine .
Hemingway has been called a lot of things over the years–vain, anti-Semitic, sexist–and now this.
This ultimate insult comes as an aside in an article on the supposed resurgence of American short fiction in the 90′s. Read More
