Articles by J.T. Price

September 5, 2013

The Love Carousel: Literary Speed Dating at Housing Works in SoHo 0

Each participant found at the entrance a neon green envelope, including a library card in manila sleeve for taking notes on each “date,” and a name tag featuring the handle of a character from a favorite book. These would be our pseudonyms for the night. Each date would last an almost militantly enforced four minutes. A single case of lingering could cause the entire caterpillar crawl to go legs up. There was to be no lingering. Lingering is for books.

May 25, 2012

Miles to Go: Notes on Marathon Reading 5

You could feel the love. Here was a group turned out to commemorate the brilliance of one guy’s colossal strivings, his dogged humility, the beautiful nuance and intricate recursions of a mind pushing past the simple given.

March 11, 2011

Cultic with a Chance of Rain: The Novel and Cults and Novels about Cults 3

While The Gospel of Anarchy and Big Machine portray cult largely as madness – albeit a seductive sort of madness – The Instructions and The Book of Dave render cult as that other thing it can be: the basis of a new religion.  All four invite reading, tongue-in-cheek, of sections of their text as scripture.  The Instructions, naturally, is entirely scripture.

February 4, 2011

A Thousand Points of Light: Kevin Brockmeier’s The Illumination 3

Good fiction colors our understanding of modernity, the train roaring obliviously forward.  It sparks in negative space, what gets left behind.

October 20, 2010

Winners, Declared: A Take on The New Yorker’s 20 Under 40 by One Under 40 3

In which the author, now that the entire series has been published, addresses The New Yorker’s “20 under 40,” by refining it down to an even thinner and more rarified number.  Is this possible, the reader may ask—or prudent?

September 24, 2010

Coffee With James Franco 13

James Franco was in his own synch, the pleasure of recognition trailing every gesture, consciousness of that pleasure gleaming in his eyes. It was part and parcel to the thrill of his being there, the spectacle of someone who had believed in the love of an imagined audience, the romance of possibility. There was just one thing…