I’m Psycho for this Book
Next year marks the 20th anniversary of its publication. I think it’s just about the greatest book to come out the last half of the century, American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis. It was published in 1991, but I didn’t read it until ’94. I was a junior in high school when this divine novel graced my naughty, sweaty palms. I recall opening my new paperback at the start of my first and only Saturday detention, for skipping a class too much called Early Childhood Development, basically free daycare for parents in a certain network of...
Read MoreOn Landscape Art
Does anyone ever talk about, or even notice landscape paintings anymore? The kind hung in waiting rooms and middle class homes. The snowy red barn. The grey sea gull dipping over acrylic white crests. The sweet sunrise over a lonely brown oak on a yellow prairie. A mountain casting a dark shadow across a blue lake that’s trimmed with purple wildflowers, green grass, and maybe a black cow grazing in the foreground. These sorts of images have no political agenda, zero sense of irony, and leave little to interpret. The paintbrush was simply dipped and...
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