“So for those who knew, it must have been very strange that we have dead bones in our closet.” The Caspers are an American expat family in Cairo, Egypt. Jayson Casper tells the story of Max, the skeleton they’ve lived with, and explores a different view of death in Middle East culture.
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I concur. It’s still my favorite activity. “It’s the golden age of television” — Joe Scarborough. Or maybe, “We are in the golden age of television.”
Let’s talk about Pulp fiction — not the movie — but its namesake, those lurid narratives printed on cheap paper that, to cop the cliché of their heyday, explored the “seamy underside” of American culture, publications like True Detective, which enjoyed a 71-year existence from 1924-1995.
The HBO television series of the same name follows the magazine’s tradition of exposing lurid depravity, though it does so on a much higher artistic plane with shades of David Lynch and Flannery O’Connor, and the depravity depicted in the television series is like to 10th power of the seemingly quaint pistol whippings and murders of the magazine’s beginnings. Furthermore, the series seems to me to be an indictment of American culture, its spiritual poverty embodied in the corrupt Christianity of Southern Protestantism and in the rapacious capitalism of multinational corporations.
The director, Cary Joji Fukunaga, constantly underscores these two themes with the visual…
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[I] had pretty plumage once. WB Yeats “Among School Children” A good while back, my libido stole one of my bags, packed his Hawaiian shirts and leisure suits, hitched a ride downtown to Calhoun Street and hopped a Trailways bus to Mexico. Can’t really say I miss him all that […]