Literary Criticism
All we have left is distilling humanity. Analytical prose and phrases cut ideals; they are meant to be Kantian pure (we now have AI). Poetry cannot be computed; it will not be assimilated. Speak from the heart and avoid cliches. Call it The New Sincerity. Becoming human is all we
Literary Criticism
Clicking around YouTube tonight I ran into footage of DR Congo football fans dancing on the patios outside their Atlanta hotels, having watched their team beat Uzbekistan today. They were fun and lively, good-natured guys, enjoying themselves fully. And seeing the word "Congo" on their fanwear, it
Literary Criticism
Now the thrill, of engaging with Humbert's "remorse" for stealing a childhood—cruelty satisfied by proxy—can barely be enjoyed. Too much is happening. It has been happening for too long. And most of us, especially those who have the sensibility for reading, are exhausted. Yet