Articles by Jacob Lambert

August 22, 2016

An Open Letter to the Teenager Who Ruined My Copy of ‘Ragtime’ 8

You destroyed Doctorow’s masterpiece; the least you can do is understand my frustration.

August 8, 2016

Critical Reappraisal: ‘Knight Rider: Trust Doesn’t Rust’ 1

Ignored in its day as a piece of spinner-rack schlock, ‘Trust Doesn’t Rust’ has aged magnificently.

July 25, 2016

The Emails of Natalie Portman and Cormac McCarthy 1

As it turns out, Jonathan Safran Foer isn’t the only novelist with whom Portman pen-pals.

June 29, 2016

Feels Like the First Time: On Discovering Writers 2

When you see a beautiful stranger across a crowded room, the spark fires and you won’t forget the moment.

June 14, 2016

Help Me Choose My Next Beach Read 6

My beach read should help me forget the roaming packs of half-feral children who will no doubt be kicking sand in my eyes and screeching like wounded monkeys. So I don’t want to read Lord of the Flies or Blood Meridian.

May 27, 2016

A Fictional Oral History of the Photograph I Found in an Old Carl Hiaasen Paperback 2

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

My Sophomore Years 0

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

The Ultimate Literary Cage Match: Hemingway vs. Faulkner vs. Trump 3

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

An Open Letter to the Person Who Wiped Boogers on My Library Book 11

How do you live your life, Booger-Wiper?

March 24, 2016

A Modern Literary Glossary: Definitions for Our Ever-Changing Reading World 7

Knausgård: To brood incessantly over seemingly trivial matters. (‘Jim is in the study with the lights off, Knausgårding about the Celtics game.’)