Thinking about the writer Tom Wolfe, who died on May 14, I searched for his name across all my e-books. Up popped some thirty-six, leaving aside Wolfe's own novels and essays, containing a total of 151 references. An interesting fact of probably no relevance, the references were apparently distributed according to some power law. (See . . .
'I don't feel at home in this world anymore'
I am always late to pop cultural happenings. The movie I don’t feel at home in this world anymore won the Sundance Film Festival’s U.S. Grand Dramatic Jury Prize in January 2017, but I discovered and saw it only the other night, in some obscure basement at Netflix.
Looking up the movie reviews, I was astonished that not . . .
"He rode into our valley in the summer of '89. I was a kid then, barely topping the backboard of father's old chuckwagon. I was on the upper rail of our corral, soaking in the late afternoon sun, when I saw him far down the road where it swung into the valley from the open plain beyond.". . .
I watched ‘Battleship Potemkin’ again the other day, on streaming video, after – well, a very long time. This 1925 communist propaganda film by Soviet director Sergei Eisenstein draws loosely on historical events, the mutiny aboard a ship of the Russian imperial navy, during the failed 1905 revolution against the . . .
Three English ships sail into the mouth of a river somewhere on the Eastern shore of North America. It is May 1607 ... the opening sequence of Terrence Malick's "The New World", on the shimmering swells of Wagner's "Das Rheingold".
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