People who hold the door open are ultimately the ones at the end of the line.
—Faithful Reader on why it’s mostly only assholes who get to such heights in the system that they can be nominated for the Supreme Court.
People who hold the door open are ultimately the ones at the end of the line.
—Faithful Reader on why it’s mostly only assholes who get to such heights in the system that they can be nominated for the Supreme Court.
We Learn Nothing by Tim Kreider
Grade: B+
Tim Kreider is an essayist and cartoonist, and We Learn Nothing is a collection of essays and related cartoons. The book begins with the essay “Reprieve,” which is about how he felt about life after being stabbed in the neck and nearly dying. He writes,
Maybe people who have lived with the reality of their own mortality for months or years are permanently changed by it, but getting stabbed was more like getting struck by lightning, over almost as soon as it happened, and the illumination didn’t last. You can’t feel crazily grateful to be alive your whole life any more than you can stay passionately in love forever—or grieve forever, for that matter. Time makes us all betray ourselves and get back to the busywork of living. Before a year had gone by, the same everyday anxieties and frustrations began creeping back.
This excerpt should give you an idea of his writing style, but the essay is an exception within the collection, in a way, because the jumping-off-point is an event (the stabbing). Many of the other essays focus on people from his life, including Skelly (a good friend who lies all the time), Ken (who’s obsessed with the idea of “peak oil”), Jim who transitions into Jenny, his half sisters (unknown to him until he was in his 40s), his mother, and his Uncle Lee (the black sheep of the family). It’s an interesting cast of characters.
Kreider is close in age to me, liberal, introspective, and slightly immature, so we got along pretty well as author and reader. I enjoyed the collection as a whole, cartoons included. Sometimes I even laughed out loud and shared excerpts with my husband.
But some of the essays were too long and self-absorbed. One essay completely failed to capture my interest, and I didn’t finish reading it. There were a few times when Kreider seemed to deliberately leave out the juicy details that he knew we’d want to read (like how and why he got stabbed, for starters). So my feelings about the book are mixed, which is why I gave it a B-level grade.
On a side note, Kreider deserves special credit for using the word “elide” no less than five times within the book. I see the word often in crosswords, but rarely anywhere else, so five usages is remarkable. Bravo!
From The New York Times, August 16, 2018, by Ben Dolnick:
“War With the Newts,” published in 1936, is a funny, bizarre, dystopian masterpiece, and [its author Karel Capek] deserves a place on the Mount Rushmore of authorial seers, right alongside George Orwell, Aldous Huxley and Margaret Atwood. To the extent that Capek is remembered today, it is largely by crossword puzzlers who know that he invented the word “robot” (and even this is dubious: Capek credits the term to his brother).
Capek was a Czech author, with many books to his name, including War With the Newts, which he wrote during the 1930s. I have worked on a great many crosswords, but the name doesn’t sound familiar, so I don’t think that I had ever heard of Capek, either as an author or the coiner of the word “robot,” before reading this article. I’m intrigued now, so I’ve ordered Capek’s War With the Newts and Nine Fairy Tales: and One More Thrown in for Good Measure from my public library. I am looking forward to reading them. I will probably have to wait a while for WWtN, though, because there are already four holds on the next available copy. I suspect I’m not the only person in town who’s been delving into the inky depths of the The New York Times and coming up with treasure.
If Paul Manafort makes a plea deal on your birthday, it’s your Birthday Plea Deal. My husband is jealous, because he didn’t get any plea deals on his birthday. He’s hoping, though, that someone will get him a Birthday Impeachment for his birthday this year. That would be even better than a plea deal. I hope he gets it, because it’s something that we would both love and appreciate.
If you see a spider on your birthday, then it’s a Birthday Spider. This is my Birthday Spider. He was green (my favorite color), and he made this beautiful web.
If you see a frog on your birthday, then it’s a Birthday Frog. My Birthday Frog was hiding in the grass, shyly.
I had thought that one needed luck in order to find a Birthday Frog, but I have it on good authority that the frog actually brings luck. Either way, I’m lucky to have seen this elusive animal, and luckier yet to have captured it in a photograph.
I went to the eye doctor a few weeks ago. I really needed new glasses. I was hoping to get progressive bifocal lenses. The price they quoted me was over $100 more than I was prepared to pay, though. Ouch!
I was debating whether I ought to get a regular pair of glasses, or maybe cheap out by going to BJ’s for a slightly inferior pair. I think they realized that I was going to bail on them, so they told me that if I waited a week and also bought contacts, there was a promotion that would let me get the glasses at the price I was willing to pay. Basically, I would get the glasses plus the contacts for the price they’d quoted me for just the glasses.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted contacts. The eye exam for contacts is more expensive. Also, I can’t read when I’m wearing lenses for distance, which is really inconvenient. But the doctor said that what works for some people is to wear a distance lens in one eye and a reading lens in the other. It sounded like a crazy idea to me, but I found that it worked.
So I bought the contacts, too. I don’t know how often I’ll wear them, but it’s nice to have the option. They were pretty much free, so even if I don’t wear them, at least I didn’t sink a lot of money in to them.
As for the progressive bifocals, I didn’t find them too difficult to get used to. However, there are two caveats, as I recently explained to my husband. First, though I can read while I’m wearing them, I can’t see as close up as I’d like, so I still sometimes need to remove my glasses. Also, as I move my head from side to side, the view in the periphery gets a little bent out of shape. This was the hardest part to get used to. It made me nauseous at first, but I’ve adapted. I still sometimes notice this “fun-house” effect, but it doesn’t cause me any trouble.
So, I’m happy now to be able to see better. Good vision at my age doesn’t come cheap. It’s most definitely worth the money, though!
Today…
We get so many scam phone calls these days that we don’t answer the phone unless we recognize the number on the caller ID. Each scam call shows up on the caller ID as a phone number and associated town. I like to guess which “town” is calling. Tonight when the phone rang, I guessed “Tiverton,” but immediately changed my answer to “Coventry.”
Ten points to me. It was Coventry.
Today I was working on a puzzle with a baby theme, and in it was the phrase “tiny hands,” and I had to remove the phrase so that no one would think I was talking about the president.
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