Summer’s nearly over, dear readers! Better stock up on some Unrequired Reading!
Free Gil! (Arenas)
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Costuming Inception (spoiler alert)
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Words can’t do justice, so I’ll try acronyms: GFY on JLH’s TCL (spoiler alert, too, I guess)
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So, wait: Charlie Chan was Swedish?
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Max Headroom predicted the crappiest aspects of the future?
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Craig Venter doesn’t drop f-bombs. He drops ACTG-bombs.
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Dance like there’s ants in your scanner!
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On second thought, let’s TCBYon’t.
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Audwin P. McGee: the most interesting man in the world?
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But the piece I most want you to read (I guess I should call this Required Reading, rather than Unrequired) is Christopher Hitchens’ first Vanity Fair column since he began treatment for cancer. It’s gorgeous, heartbreaking, clear-eyed and is making me really wonder what I should be doing with my writing. Please give it a read.
