In the age of Instagram, it's hard not to think of Jimmy Gatz. That young man doctored his entire life around the appearance of success because he thought it would give him a leg up towards actual success, towards his actual ambitions. As Gatsby he decided he had come from a rich family, attended the... Continue Reading →
Keaton Henson and the Art of Authenticity
A friend of mine recently gave me Keaton Henson's collection of poems, Idiot Verse, as a gift. I had to fight my way through to finish it in the last couple days, and have been struggling to find the appeal. No, I know the appeal. I'm struggling to find a way to describe it. Henson... Continue Reading →
