Sadly (maybe not), I can’t pay myself for my writing. Well, that’s if I follow the sentiment of well known 18th century crank Samuel Johnson (“No man but a blockhead ever wrote, except for money.”) So, there are conversations, notices and other tidbits and hors dourness that appear in other places that I can lay claim to;
As for example is my longwinded by delightful chat with Sven Birkerts
And my enumeration of books exhibiting a feast of visual images at The Daily Beast
Coming soon chats with BAFFLER editor John Sunmmers and BAFFLER founder THomas Frank
Currently reading Pity the Poor Billionaire by Thomas Frank (Henry Holt)
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