Today in culture: Maurice De Kobra, Michelle Tea, and Candwiches.
–Michelle Tea on the irresponsibility of reproduction and the joy of coffee: “[I] went to a cafe and got a regular coffee and you know what? I’d forgotten my wallet (by which I mean the Moleskine I keep stuffed with money and cards) and couldn’t pay for my coffee, but the cafe guy gave it to me for free because I was pushing a stroller with a baby in it! The baby isn’t mine—it’s my nephew Jude—but I really think it makes the world want to give me things when I’m pushing him around.”
-Proving that a hike through Dickens is a hike like no other: “Has any film of squealing cars or screaming fighter planes surpassed the excitement of the pursuit in which, past “solitary farms, ruinous buildings, dye-works, tanneries,” the Manette family race across the northern face of blood-mad France toward sane, cozy England?”
-You may be asking yourself, “Who is Maurice DeKobra and why should I give a shit?” Well they’ll tell you.
-The self-portraits of Alfred Eisenstaedt.
-Bomb has published the first chapter of César Aira’s The Miracle Cures of Dr. Aira: “Dr. Aira equated every act that was morally, intellectually, or socially wrong with an act of violence, one that left a scar on the eminently smooth skin of his ideal behavior. He was one of those men who could not conceive of violence.”
-How to be a female reporter.