According to <I>The Guardian</I> and the Book Marketing Group. I'm not too big a fan of a few of the choices—<I>Fight Club</I>?BMAFG!—but I'm really happy to see the criminally under-appreciated <I>Devil In a Blue Dress</I> and <I>The Day of the Triffids</I> on there.
Asking good questions is a skill that can be taught—and should be.
What happened to Benjamin and Elaine after they got off the bus? Writer Charles Webb, who based the characters on himself and his wife, can't tell you. He thinks he no longer owns the rights to his own story.
Natasha Walter argues that Brühilde, not Siegfreid, is the real hero of the Ring cycle. Her proof is in the music.
The pairing has been likened to Mary Poppins and Satan. That's the easy and obvious way out, and it's a load of crap. It's much more difficult than that. They're much more similar than they are different, coming together to tell one story and filling in each other's blanks only when the reverb gets too thick. But I don't want to say any more about it. I'll now speak only of the differences I heard between listening in the office — through my computer's Dell speakers — and listening at home — with the Musical Fidelity A3.5 system and Totem Arro speakers.
I'd laugh if I weren't so busy crying.
And I play one on TV, too. Why some academics can hit it and others have to quit it. Yes, we're still talking television.
Steve Martin never ceases to amaze me—sometimes by his audacity, sometimes by what he chooses to do (any number of recent movie projects illustrates this point, although our culture's current resistance to good film-making is not his fault). I digress, however—this is powerful, honest writing and I feel better for simply having read it. You go, Mr. Martin.
We're talking two 500-cubic-inch V-8s, 1000 board-feet feet of mahogany (cut into 4183 pieces), five gallons of glue, 60 pounds of drywall screws, and four gallons of varnish.
From <I>The Guardian</I> comes "Fallout: the human cost of a nuclear catastrophe," a photo essay on Chernobyl that's difficult to look at—and impossible to look away from.