In the early days of the recession, I was secretly a little jealous of friends who’d lost their jobs. When you’re young enough, from the outside a layoff can look confusingly like liberation. It seemed like an opportunity to do more of the semi-sanctioned and semi-scripted fucking around that goes with this decade of life. But it stops feeling like a fun, sexy choice when it’s not, in fact, a choice, and what income you’re fortunate to have is highly nondisposable. It’s hard to fully enjoy avoiding maturity if you’re worried that it’s more like maturity is escaping you.
The Kids Are Actually Sort of Alright | Noreen Malone for New York Magazine Tell me about it.
No one’s ever really improved on Spy magazine’s Homeric moniker: ‘short-fingered vulgarian.’ That he has any kind of constituency, namely, people who don’t find him nauseating in almost every aspect and emblematic of all that’s wrong in the culture, fills me with despair.
Reinventing the Book I’m currently reading Jonathan Safran Foer’s Tree of Codes, and it’s beautiful. To quote my friend Emily, gifted writer and book shopgirl extraordinaire, it’s “the book as art object” — or, as in the above linked New York magazine piece: “the anti-Kindle.”