Snowy day reading
I’m lodging a complaint somewhere (God? the atmosphere?) because it’s snowing badly and I was planning on driving 30 minutes away to see Parasite in the theater like a goddamn civilized human.
Now I guess I’m forced to work on the chapter of the edited collection I committed to writing and reading the internet.
Binge and Purge: The Rise of Extreme Film Criticism
Inside the Spectacular Implosion at the Romance Writers of America
The Ladies Who Launch Lingua Franca and the rise of the resistance socialite.
At some point, I would like to discuss the disgrace of The New Yorker’s Daily Shouts. This is the best humor writing? Really?