Articles by Jacob Lambert
May 27, 2016
The second song was “Da Ya Think I’m Sexy?” by Rod Stewart. And I remember the dad just got this look in his eye and started jerking around. For a second, I thought he was having a stroke.
May 13, 2016
These books helped usher me from my teens into adulthood — and opened my eyes to the breadth, and often the harshness, of the surrounding world. I’d adored these books. So why had I left them in this box, like discarded memories? Looking through them again, I may have found the answer.
April 26, 2016
Trump on Love: “There’s nothing more terrible than an ex-spouse with a ten-ton axe to grind, and no agreement on how your common property is to be divided.”
April 13, 2016
How do you live your life, Booger-Wiper?
March 24, 2016
Knausgård: To brood incessantly over seemingly trivial matters. (‘Jim is in the study with the lights off, Knausgårding about the Celtics game.’)
February 29, 2016
The motherfucker looked more like me than he had when we were young. I was growing into him, as if we were a pair of trees rooted too close together.
February 5, 2016
There is nothing I want less than to read from a tablet — the thought of doing so irritates me irrationally — and I’ve begun to wonder if my attachment to the physical book has anything to do with an attachment to my father, or at least my memory of him.
January 29, 2016
Jimmy, I hear you plead, you’re the bard of the beachfront, the Wordsworth of the waves. You once released an album called License to Chill; you write songs about delicious cheeseburgers. Why kick things off with a harrowing, full-bore descent into the savage, blood-spattered heart of our long-dead modern dream?
December 19, 2015
Undisputed Truth is, like the man himself, troubling, maddening, and unselfconsciously entertaining.
November 27, 2015
Black Friday? You haven’t lived it until you’ve spent 30 minutes at an $8-a-bag library book sale.