Donald Barr, AG Barr's father, who hired Epstein to teach at Dalton at the age of 20 w/ no degree, also wrote a sci-fi novel about the pleasures of sex slavery.
Schiff's rhetorical strategy is to tell the story in all its sordid turns, building up to key gaps:
"Would you like me to read that cable to you?"
"I'd be happy to read that cable to you."
"But the White House has NOT PROVIDED that cable."
Then he says the word SUBPOENA
(Morrison's Notes):
"Would you like to see them?
"I'd like to see them."
"In any courtroom in the country you'd see them."
"In a fair trial you'd see them."
"They are there for the asking."
He's astonishing.
It's a brilliant rhetorical contrivance. He keeps building to these cliffhangers, then presenting the missing evidence as a coming-attraction, a tune-in-next-week with just one condition:
"Subpoena."
It's utterly authentic, tragic righteousness. It has a range of bemusement or relish.
But mainly it's argument conducted complexly in the pitch of--"Have you no sense of decency, Sir"--or Julianne Moore at the Pharmacy in Magnolia
Word reached me in 1994 that Helen Vendler had called my home to admit me to grad school, and bonded w. my mom
I was on a horrible weekend-long blind date in Sweet Briar, VA--endless, bleak
I called Vendler back from the pay phone of a Bennigans, and the rest is, well, my life
I've been thinking about my unique contribution to
@BernieSanders
and I've decided on this--I'm going to try to reach Thomas Pynchon and get an endorsement.
Contact me if you have leads. This is a real thing.
#PynchonBernie
NPR just reported that Cheney took such a stand because of what she knows will come out--then used, as an example of what sort of thing might come out, Trump's GA call
The ideal relationship of any writer to any subject matter is Emily Dickinson's to wildflowers. She'd imagined, sought, found, picked, dried, classified, sent and received as gifts, the real things, before she made them symbols of anything.
Hard to imagine an intenser pleasure than to have written a poem by Emily Dickinson. Almost two thousand times. Who would leave that pleasure behind, even for a day? Yet people still wonder how ED could have passed up pleasures every other human being settles for.
Philadelphia Mayor Kenney: "Donald Trump is meaningless to this whole process, he's meaningless to the city and the city's success. He tries at every chance he gets to tear cities down, and eventually he'll be gone."
Just added this to the syllabus of my Emily Dickinson course:
N.B. THIS COURSE WILL ACTIVELY MONITOR THE CHANGE OF SEASONS. WE WILL LOOK FOR SIGNS OF THE END OF WINTER, INCLUDING EMERGING FLOWERS AND RETURNING BIRDS.
Good though to heed metaphor.
Leave it to Frost to put it perfectly, even presciently, w/ his talk of safety
"What I am pointing out is that unless you are at home in the metaphor, unless you have had your proper poetical education in the metaphor, you are not safe anywhere."
It seems safe now that the dum-dums have moved on to repost this of mine, from 2018, about Emily Wilson's engagement w/ the public on here--one of the most exciting uses of the platform ever
We selected our three finalists by secret ballot, working from this longer list of our loves. I attach it in the interest of transparency, and to give these remarkable books an extra boost. Any one of them could have won the prize. Congratulations to all, and deep gratitude ❤️
Back in the early days of the quarantine, I did something I'd never done before: I answered an ad in the New York Review of Books classifieds. Here's what happened next:
via
@nybooks
The more you read about Donald Barr, the more he seems like an utter loon--from the precise era and exact milieu in which a reputation for "eccentricity" in powerful white men could cover for Just About Anything...
Professors with kids enter a sweet period of maybe ten years when the students are roughly their kids' ages, so they can share (awkwardly and w/ many gaps ofc) some of their students' cultural frameworks
After that period closes, you become a Traveler from an antique land
STATEMENT FROM ROBERT MUELLER:
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.
David Ferry has died, at 99.
David was among other things hilarious. I remember in 2012 he left a voicemail saying: “Dan, I have news to share. I died last week. Call me.”
It was true.
Have you ever been seated at an event next to someone famous, who seemed philosophically interested in the problem of why he was seated next to a complete nobody? As though causality itself needed to be questioned? RIP Martin Amis, I felt for you that evening
Unbearable to lose Saskia. One of the greatest writers I will ever know—
The book of poems she will publish this fall is beautiful beyond description—
Long ago we would drink G & T’s at the bar at Grafton St in Harvard Sq and gossip all about the silly grown ups ❤️
Louise Glück has won the 2020 Nobel Prize in Literature. "Her poems are flash bulletins from her inner life, a region that she examines unsparingly,"
@dchiasso
wrote, in 2012.
James Tate's beautiful final book--assembled by Dara Wier, with a moving tribute from
@matthewzapruder
--is probably unique in recent poetry, finished a few days before his death. I wrote about it in this week's
@NewYorker
Wallace Stevins is a lot like Dickinsen. A great craftsman of sentences and clever use of words but ultimately there is nothing there
You close the book and none of it sticks with you. A ride at Disney land for people with masters degrees.