Articles by Jacob Lambert
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.
November 25, 2015
All of this would suggest that I’m a boxing fan, one of those old-timey cigar-chewers eager to overlook the sport’s myriad problems and mainstream insignificance in order to enjoy its brutal purity. But despite boxing’s outsize presence in my reading, I’m not particularly interested in it.
November 10, 2015
How can something be both entertaining and true to life — which, as we are all acutely aware, is overwhelmingly mundane?