The art of losing

The art of losing
Ever since leaving my jacket, I’ve been thinking about lost things, and my ruminations on the subject will likely appear as entries around here sooner or later. Such thinking has reminded me also of that great duchess of lost things, Elizabeth Bishop—or more precisely, of Dear Elizabeth, Sara Ruhl’s recent theatrical account of Bishop’s relationship ...

Dotting my i’s and crossing my fingers

You know you’ve been in the writing and editing field too long when you start a blog—and immediately develop a style guide. Not that I knew what I was doing. Rather, I began this blog by working on the first twenty or so posts simultaneously before I posted any of them because that allowed me ...

A part of film died today

I was really sad to hear that Roger Ebert died. Ebert was a great man, and certainly my favorite critic, regardless of the critics’ field. He was a fair and generous viewer, open to any experience a film had to offer him. He went along for the ride and wasn’t afraid to like everything. No ...