If you saw him in the windows, or if there was a nondescript sedan in the driveway, the Buffett Game Dollar was yours.
The saints! Spending their money on books!
Where is this young man going to dinner?!
It’s not exactly how the present sounds, but it’s close enough.
Hyperbolic comparisons, grinding misogyny to dust
At the catered events and private parties, I wore various uniforms and carried around silver trays of beautifully shaped hors d’oeuvres that sat on topiaries to make them look even more cunningly alluring — which wasn’t necessary but was a thing in that time. I served and was invisible to precisely the characters you describe in your novel. They were younger, more beautiful, and more ambitious than I had ever been, more sure of their success than I had ever dreamed it was possible to be and at the same time trembling with anxiety that the vaunted appointments to fame and accolades and cash advances they believed were their inheritance would not in fact come to them because the world was already turning against them and they might be the last generation to die.
Bros on Instagram, elitism in book publishing
Only when we name our enemy can we confront it. Only when workers regard ourselves as a class can we access the great power that is available to us. The failures of an elitist, capitalist system have been amply demonstrated in these opening years of the 21st century. The time is now to organize ourselves toward something else.
How long until we become indentured servants living low-emission lives for the world-traveling ruling class?
There are only so many hours in the day and days in the year, and we must carefully distribute them between work, sleep, activism, and “other” — where much of the pleasure of life is relegated.
The fact is, far from collapsing, Brooklyn civilization is likely to suffer only a modest decrease in its quality of life.
Letters from Issue 33
I don’t think I have ever expressed an optimism that history is headed in the right direction
Martin Luther King Jr. famously said, “The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.” I am less of an optimist, which is why I have spent my life actively trying to bend the arc in a positive direction. But recognizing that I am a biased evaluator of my life’s work, I will submit it to the judgment of history.
The trigger-warning debate became the liberal version of the knockout game.