Aside from zoning out to the New Yorker on the subway the hours of
my current job have pretty much killed my free reading time, and I
haven't read anything that moved me in ages, but past favorites
include Paul Theroux's travel writing, Marilynne Robinson's first
two novels, popular science by the likes of Steven Pinker and Jared
Diamond, and the greatest book ever written about New York: The
One summer a few years back my subconscious must have curated the
Prospect Park music series: David Byrne, Dr. Dog and Animal
Collective all killed it. Throw in Debussy, Mahler, Bach and 70s
Miles Davis and we're talking the summer music series in
I am a total sucker for post-apocalyptic fiction/movies. "The
Road", Paul Auster's "In The Country of Last Things", and Samuel
Delany's "Dhalgren". Especially Dhalgren
My ideal interaction with movies is spent scrunched into the seats
at Film Forum marveling at some random ass film noir masterpiece
from the 40s or Japanese surrealist gangster flick from the 60s.
Although I inhale Netflix before bed just like you do.
Outside of spending Sundays in fall and winter agonizing over the
New York Football Giants I don't watch much TV, but just in case no
one told you the great American novel has been written, and it's a
TV show called The Wire.