“The idea that Truman and Dean Acheson could be hauled out as exhibits for preventive war in Iraq against ‘abject pacifists’ such as myself made me feel that I was living in Oceania, and the Ministry of Peace had rewritten the textbooks to prove that the legacy of a president who rejected preventive war in fact constituted the best justification for it!” By way of my friend Mark, Peter Beinart and Michael Tomasky go toe-to-toe over the legacy of ’48 at Slate‘s Book Club. I’m inclined to agree with the latter.
Category: Arts and Letters
Surfacing.
Hey all. So, as you may have noticed from the radio silence, it’s been hectic in these parts of late, what with trips out of town and around town, guests visiting, my sister Gill‘s ABT season at the Met, and many errands to run and a rather large work project to complete before I hit the road for a dissertation research trip later this week. That being said, the work wave seems to have crested, so hopefully normal update patterns should resume around here in very short order.
Renaissance Robots.
Hmmm, why do I always feel like the Met is missing something? Wait, that’s it…fine art needs more robots! Ah, that’s much better.
(By way of Quiddity.)
The Death and Life of Great American Urban Activists.
“In the weeks to come, much will be written about her central role in shaping our ideas — and our ideals — of urbanism. The praise will be deserved. During the 1960s, a time when the reigning orthodoxy was urban renewal, which generally took the form of urban demolition, she championed a more evolutionary, humanist, and small-scale approach to city planning.” Slate‘s Witold Rybczynski ruminates on the legacy of Jane Jacobs, who passed away yesterday (1916-2006.)
Stark Future.
The new trailer for Stephen Zaillan’s star-studded take on All the King’s Men premieres online. I remain conflicted — James Gandolfini looks just about dead-on as Tiny Duffy (and should be fun to watch as the anti-Tony Soprano), and, tho’s she not really in this clip, I love Patricia Clarkson as Sadie. But Jude Law and Sean Penn still feel wrong, wrong, wrong to me (particularly when Penn/Stark’s on the stump.) And I still kinda hate the blatantly Oscar-bait-ish ad campaign on display here, what with the distracting orchestral sweep and all the actorly kudos. But, we’ll see…I’ll definitely be in the theater day one.
Ground Zero Hour.
“With today’s agreement, we can now move forward with rebuilding the World Trade Center.” After months of wrangling, developer Larry Silverstein and the Port Authority strike a deal on the planned “Freedom Tower” at the WTC site. Said Pataki: ““This is the last stumbling block to putting shovels in the ground.” Construction on the 1776-foot Freedom Tower is set to be completed by 2012.
Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch!
“Ginsberg once called the poem ‘an emotional time bomb that would continue exploding in U.S. consciousness in case our military-industrial-nationalist complex solidified.’ So it has been.” Slate‘s Stephen Burt ruminates on the fiftieth anniversary of Allan Ginsberg’s Howl.
Burning like a Silver Flame.
The European Space Agency releases the first new pics from their recent “Express” mission to Venus. The Venus Express probe entered Venusian orbit on Tuesday.
Jack’s Back.
The forthcoming film version of All the King’s Men, which disappeared like the ghost of Cass Mastern last fall, gets a new release date: September 22, 2006. Tell it to the Judge.
Lake Effect.
As spotted in the new Money magazine (p. 100), my sister Gillian and her longtime boyfriend Ethan are featured in ABT‘s ad campaign for their upcoming Spring season at the Met — Tickets are on sale now.