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} catch(err) {}Nights In the Ice Palace</description><title>An Ancient Gesture</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @avay)</generator><link>http://avay.org/</link><item><title>Long List for the Man Booker Prize</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/07/28/books/28arts-MANBOOKERPRI_BRF.html?src=mv"&gt;Long List for the Man Booker Prize&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;Thrilled that &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Skippy-Dies-Novel-Paul-Murray/dp/0865479437/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1280340991&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Skippy Dies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Paul Murray is longlisted. Heartbroken that &lt;em&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0374161879/sr=1-2/qid=1280341149/ref=dp_proddesc_1?ie=UTF8&amp;n=283155&amp;qid=1280341149&amp;sr=1-2"&gt;Ghost Light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Joseph O’Connor didn’t make it. It’s just plain wrong.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avay.org/post/871606668</link><guid>http://avay.org/post/871606668</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Jul 2010 14:20:44 -0400</pubDate><category>Booker Prize</category><category>long list</category><category>Skippy Dies</category><category>Paul Murray</category><category>Ghost Light</category><category>Joseph O'Connor</category></item><item><title>“Cherry Blossoms” by VitaminInMotion</title><description>&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5z44aSH4w1qztkbro1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Cherry Blossoms” by &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vitamininmotion/"&gt;VitaminInMotion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avay.org/post/846174504</link><guid>http://avay.org/post/846174504</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jul 2010 15:14:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Flickr</category><category>Photography</category><category>VitaminInMotion</category><category>Cherry Blossoms</category></item><item><title>Leon Neyfakh on Reader's Despair Syndrome</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.observer.com/2010/daily-transom/skim-freak-purge"&gt;Leon Neyfakh on Reader's Despair Syndrome&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;From &lt;em&gt;The New York Observer&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.observer.com/2010/culture/why-kids-are-so-nervous-all-time-when-theyre-reading-internet"&gt;Follow-up post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avay.org/post/845946453</link><guid>http://avay.org/post/845946453</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jul 2010 14:04:00 -0400</pubDate><category>New York Observer</category><category>Reader's Despair Syndrome</category><category>RSS</category></item><item><title>"Look At Me!" by Maureen Tkacik</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.cjr.org/cover_story/look_at_me.php?page=all"&gt;"Look At Me!" by Maureen Tkacik&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;From the &lt;em&gt;Columbia Journalism Review&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avay.org/post/845292236</link><guid>http://avay.org/post/845292236</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jul 2010 10:28:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Columbia Journalism Review</category><category>From The Paris Review Daily</category><category>Maureen Tkacik</category></item><item><title>Critical Library: Lorin Stein</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bookcritics.org/blog/archive/critical_library_lorin_stein/"&gt;Critical Library: Lorin Stein&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Against Interpretation&lt;/em&gt; by Susan Sontag&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Axel’s Castle: The Imaginative Literature of 1870-1930&lt;/em&gt; by Edmund Wilson&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Studies in Classic American Literature&lt;/em&gt; by Harold Bloom&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The End of the Novel of Love&lt;/em&gt; by Vivian Gornick&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avay.org/post/845268039</link><guid>http://avay.org/post/845268039</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jul 2010 10:19:00 -0400</pubDate><category>From The Paris Review</category><category>Critical Mass</category><category>Lorin Stein</category><category>Critical Library</category><category>Susan Sontag</category><category>Edmund Wilson</category><category>Harold Bloom</category><category>Vivian Gornick</category></item><item><title>"If you have to ask someone to change, to tell you they love you, to bring wine to dinner, to call..."</title><description>“If you have to ask someone to change, to tell you they love you, to bring wine to dinner, to call you when they land, you can’t afford to be with them. It’s not worth the price, even though, just like the Tiffany catalog, no one tells you what that price is. You set it yourself, and if you’re lucky it’s reasonable. You have a sense of when you’re about to go bankrupt. Your own sense of self-worth takes the wheel and says, ‘Enough of this shit. Stop making excuses. No one’s that busy at work. No one’s allergic to whipped cream. There are too cell phones in Sweden.’ But most people don’t get lucky. They get human. They get crushes. This means you irrationally mortgage what little logic you own to pay for this one thing. This relationship is an impulse buy, and you’ll figure out if it’s worth it later.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/How-Did-You-This-Number/dp/1594487596/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1279684599&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;How Did You Get This Number?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Sloane Crosley, p. 228-229&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://avay.org/post/841637570</link><guid>http://avay.org/post/841637570</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jul 2010 15:07:50 -0400</pubDate><category>Sloane Crosley</category><category>How Did You Get This Number?</category><category>Essays</category><category>Currently Reading</category></item><item><title>Because I can’t stop running a google image search of I Am...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5w2dxsATg1qztkbro10_r1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5w2dxsATg1qztkbro1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5w2dxsATg1qztkbro2_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5w2dxsATg1qztkbro7_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5w2dxsATg1qztkbro3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5w2dxsATg1qztkbro4_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5w2dxsATg1qztkbro5_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5w2dxsATg1qztkbro6_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because I can’t stop running a google image search of &lt;em&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.iamlovemovie.com/#"&gt;I Am Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avay.org/post/840653713</link><guid>http://avay.org/post/840653713</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jul 2010 08:58:44 -0400</pubDate><category>I Am Love</category><category>Tilda Swinton</category><category>Edoardo Gabbriellini</category><category>Alba Rohrwacher</category><category>Film</category><category>Italy</category></item><item><title>I Am Love</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I just got home from Cobble Hill Cinemas, where I saw&lt;em&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.iamlovemovie.com/"&gt;I Am Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, an Italian film by &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0345174/"&gt;Luca Guadagnino&lt;/a&gt;, starring Tilda Swinton. I walked out feeling like I’d been through a whirlwind, the sensory elements were so powerful. The cinematography and score were such that this film must be seen in the theater. Gasps were audible throughout the film as plot undulations and climaxes occurred. On several occasions, my mother, who went with me, tightly grasped my arm and emitted noises of genuine emotion and shock.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I don’t want to give away too much, but I will say that I found &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0842770/"&gt;Tilda Swinton&lt;/a&gt; to be breathtaking as a Emma, a Russian émigré living in Italy, an alien in her own villa in Milano among her regal, beautiful family. Brilliant too was &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2130040/"&gt;Alba Rohrwacher&lt;/a&gt;, who played the daughter, Betta. Only at times was it a bit too over-wrought for my taste, and even at those moments I understood that these were essential in fulfilling the aesthetic aims of the movie. It had the aura and tone of a film made in another era of filmmaking, but simultaneously was one of the oddest and most innovative films I’ve seen recently. It’s difficult to maintain that nostalgia while producing such cacophonous, unsettling, but perfectly appropriate effects that send the viewer out of their comfort zone.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;An exceptional cinematic experience. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Also, did you know that admission is $7 on Tuesdays (all day long) at Cobble Hill? I may have to make the excursion a weekly ritual if that deal endures.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Also note Anthony Lane’s fantastic &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/cinema/2010/06/28/100628crci_cinema_lane"&gt;review&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;em&gt;The New Yorker&lt;/em&gt;, that made me want to see it in the first place.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avay.org/post/839070801</link><guid>http://avay.org/post/839070801</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jul 2010 23:26:33 -0400</pubDate><category>I Am Love</category><category>Tilda Swinton</category><category>Luca Guadagnino</category><category>Film</category><category>Cobble Hill Cinemas</category></item><item><title>Tonight at Cobble Hill Cinemas</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5w0gaSmeO1qztkbro1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tonight at Cobble Hill Cinemas&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avay.org/post/838985853</link><guid>http://avay.org/post/838985853</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jul 2010 23:02:00 -0400</pubDate><category>I Am Love</category><category>Tilda Swinton</category><category>Luca Guadagnino</category><category>Film</category><category>Cobble Hill Cinemas</category></item><item><title>The Bee’s Knees, on a sailboat in Clearlake, CA, July 3,...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5vey17Soc1qztkbro1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/misseyre/4774334847/"&gt;The Bee’s Knees&lt;/a&gt;, on a sailboat in Clearlake, CA, July 3, 2010.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avay.org/post/837403373</link><guid>http://avay.org/post/837403373</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jul 2010 15:18:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Currently reading How Did You Get This Number? by Sloane...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5vcnuV5YW1qztkbro1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently reading &lt;em&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/How-Did-You-This-Number/dp/1594487596"&gt;How Did You Get This Number?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;a href="http://neverrockfila.com/crosley/" target="_blank"&gt;Sloane Crosley&lt;/a&gt;, the follow-up to one of my favorites, &lt;em&gt;I Was Told There’d Be Cake&lt;/em&gt;. My enjoyment level is on the high side of the spectrum.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avay.org/post/837244836</link><guid>http://avay.org/post/837244836</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jul 2010 14:28:42 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>“Greenaway” by a bout de souffle</title><description>&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kon6ixwL541qztkbro1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Greenaway” by &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/aboutdesouffle/"&gt;a bout de souffle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avay.org/post/166762733</link><guid>http://avay.org/post/166762733</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2009 17:04:09 -0400</pubDate><category>Flickr</category><category>Photography</category></item><item><title>Flips, stripes, and all that jazz</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Imagine my delight when I heard that the New York Review of Books was going to publish &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.nybooks.com/shop/product?product_id=9135"&gt;another Elaine Dundy novel&lt;/a&gt;, following &lt;i&gt;The Dud Avocado&lt;/i&gt;. I stumbled upon it at &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.threelives.com/"&gt;Three Lives&lt;/a&gt;, the fantastic West Village bookshop that has quickly become my favorite in the city. I finished it this morning on the C train on my way to work. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I had a few problems with &lt;i&gt;The Dud Avocado&lt;/i&gt;. I was bothered by the silly plot twist that occurs towards the end of the novel. It seemed a little overdone and implausible. This didn’t stop me from loving the book, quite the contrary, but it certainly made me take it a bit less seriously. &lt;i&gt;The Old Man and Me&lt;/i&gt; comes dangerously close to making similar mistakes. The circumstances that drive the plot, the protagonist, Honey Flood’s impetus for going to live in London and pursue a man 3 times her age, are at times in danger of leading the novel down this path. I was pleasantly surprised, however, to find the writing, plot, and character development to be quite sophisticated on the whole. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This is due partly to a fearless expression of sexuality, and a bluntness when in portraying the sexual relationship between a 20-something and 58 year old man, as well as Honey’s diverse feelings on the subject. Additionally, Honey Flood is a fantastic character; mischievious, at times evil, stylish, and displaying a charming point of view to experience the novel through. All in all, The Old Man and Me was a delight.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avay.org/post/166191691</link><guid>http://avay.org/post/166191691</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 23:08:00 -0400</pubDate><category>The Old Man and Me</category><category>Elaine Dundy</category><category>The Dud Avocado</category><category>Three Lives &amp;amp; Co.</category><category>NYRB Classics</category><category>A Bout de Souffle</category><category>Francoise Sagan</category></item><item><title>:) RT @GraywolfPress @chapmanchapman @MaudNewton @robspill Free books on the NYC subway:...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;:) RT @GraywolfPress @chapmanchapman @MaudNewton @robspill Free books on the NYC subway: &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/FKfOu" target="_blank"&gt;http://bit.ly/FKfOu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avay.org/post/165781186</link><guid>http://avay.org/post/165781186</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 12:33:43 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Times Online reports on disclosures of William Golding’s violence in unpublished autobiography...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Times Online reports on disclosures of William Golding’s violence in unpublished autobiography &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/kkyusx" target="_blank"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/kkyusx&lt;/a&gt; via @cteicher&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avay.org/post/165781182</link><guid>http://avay.org/post/165781182</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 12:33:43 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Far superior to The Dud Avocado, and just as much, if not more, fun to read.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Far superior to The Dud Avocado, and just as much, if not more, fun to read.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avay.org/post/165468833</link><guid>http://avay.org/post/165468833</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 01:22:20 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Nearly finished with The Old Man and Me, the latest Elaine Dundy resurrected by NY Review of Books.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Nearly finished with The Old Man and Me, the latest Elaine Dundy resurrected by NY Review of Books.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avay.org/post/165468835</link><guid>http://avay.org/post/165468835</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 01:22:20 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I enjoy letter writing so much! Wish I did it more often. Maybe my hand wouldn’t get quite so...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I enjoy letter writing so much! Wish I did it more often. Maybe my hand wouldn’t get quite so sore if I did.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avay.org/post/165468831</link><guid>http://avay.org/post/165468831</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 01:22:20 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>The cable company is holding me hostage tomorrow. My appointment is anywhere from 10am to 8pm. Going...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The cable company is holding me hostage tomorrow. My appointment is anywhere from 10am to 8pm. Going to be the worst day ever.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avay.org/post/163609165</link><guid>http://avay.org/post/163609165</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Aug 2009 13:20:34 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Just had an epic day of work, yoga, sushi, Much Ado About Nothing, &amp; ginger cookies…too...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Just had an epic day of work, yoga, sushi, Much Ado About Nothing, &amp; ginger cookies…too many ginger cookies…cream-filled.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avay.org/post/162618943</link><guid>http://avay.org/post/162618943</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 01:57:37 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
