About 10 o'clock I bade adieu to Mount Vernon, to private life, and to domestic felicity, and with a mind oppressed with more anxious and painful sensations than I have words to express, set out for New York ... with the best dispositions to render service to my country in obedience to its call , but with less hope of answering its expectations.
Crystal Bridges’ “Soul of a Nation” offers history as well as art of black artists
BENTONVILLE -- "Who is the Tolstoy of the Zulus, the Proust of the Papuans?" Saul Bellow once infamously asked an interviewer who may have been probing the great man for his views on multiculturalism, an incident that produced a minor firestorm -- although the writer alleged in The New York Times it was the result of a misunderstanding on the interviewer's part.
That Albert Murray is not as well-known as James Baldwin or Norman Mailer is more a (mis)function of the American celebrity machine than any discernible daylight between the quality of these public intellectuals' thought or work; what Mailer and Baldwin could be and Murray never was is reducible to caricature.
Last week my mother told me my brother-in-law is planning on retiring this August. I don't feel weird about this at all. My brother-in-law is older than me. By about a month.
Dear Bart Hester (and you too, Bob Ballinger),
Maybe irritation is a legitimate reaction to the existence of things such as Black History Month. (Any time you add a leading adjective you risk compartmentalization and ghettoization.) In a more perfect world, black history would be better integrated into the larger narrative. James Baldwin, Richard Wright and Zora Neale Hurston would be known as writers and newspaper columnists wouldn't make a special effort to highlight the contributions of African Americans during February.
It's hard to be truly funny.
I'm not much of an awards show guy.
"I admit I am sickened at the purchase of slaves, but I must be mumm, for how could we do without sugar or rum?"
A lot of my dreams are about sports.