Issue 44 | September-October 2016
Harold Bloom on Alvin Feinman’s Self-limiting Transcendence
I first met Alvin Feinman in September 1951, the day before I encountered another remarkable young man who also became a life-long friend, Angus Fletcher. Alvin was twenty-two, a year…
Tina Chow’s Articulate Silence
Tina Chow’s Kyoto and Saturn bracelets I was exuberant when I first imagined writing this essay. I have been obsessed with Tina Chow for years. When asked why, I was…
Words and Flesh: Observations on the American Soul
When you land in the United States, you can observe from a distance the world you are supposed to enter. For more than thirty years I lived in the opaque…
Something in My Pocket: Bakhtin, Freud, and South Park
South Park is obscenely violent, purposely grotesque, it holds nothing sacred, it is racist, sexist, homophobic as well as heterophobic, and abuses people of every political and demographic persuasion,…
It Sang Itself Utterly Away: the Presence of the Poet
Lately, I’ve been obsessed with memory. Maybe I shouldn’t say lately, because I’ve always been obsessed with memory—mostly my own memories. One second I am brushing my teeth and the…
Land of Masks: the Enigma of James Brown
“Lemme tell you something, Rev. When you kill’em, Rev, you leave. You kill’em and leave. You understand that, son? Kill’em and leave.” —James Brown to a young Al Sharpton …