Miranda July, in her second novel, openly plunders her own experiences, such as getting a personal trainer and consciously uncoupling from her husband, and adds the kind of details present in her films the erstwhile lover works at Hertz, we are repeatedly told to quirk an old story up. I was shocked to learn that the book was not satirizing its own ideas of marriage, womanhood, and art, which feel โ to this reader, at least โ like the insights delivered, with brittle, messianic goodwill, by women who believe having an affair or getting a divorce makes them revolutionaries.
In the lead-up to New York fashion week, Vogue released a late summer surprise: a special canine package featuring sixteen celebrity dogs. Ultimately, Dogue fails to bridge the gap between celebrity culture and the quotidian, reaffirming that stars are not just like us, and neither are their dogs. The experience ultimately resembles nothing so much as rushing from terminal to terminal at an airport where everyone is speaking a different language.
To read a poet like Foust master of the double negative, of playful doubling-back is to confront the sly devices of the English sentence. At a moment when literary forms have come under pressure to offer something like justification for their own existence, Foust withholds anything of the kind.
Indeed, Terminations testifies that poetry today is still as useless as ever. Across the penny-tiled foyer, enjoy the famous Sunken Lounge, done up in red and filled with white-backed tulip chairs in which you may swivel at your leisure so as to better peer through the grandiose faux-cockpit window at what is now Terminal 5 JetBlue. All this, plus โ I have it on good authority โ the on-site garage is infrequently visited by tow trucks. Instead, go to Polymarket.
There is arbitrage everywhere for those with eyes to see. In , A. The film is set in a mash-up of New York and ancient Rome; the classicist Mary Beard served as an adviser. Coppola has been trying to make this movie since the late seventies, so eager was he to get out his message. The message in question? Makes The Fountainhead look ideologically coherent. Just not the one he imagined. Almost no one showed up to the screening I saw, and those who did left confused.
