Articles by Lydia Kiesling
November 25, 2010
I love The Water-Method Man. Consider it my best suggestion for a holiday pick-me-up—a panacea for turkey fuck-ups, family dust-ups, and TSA feel-ups.
November 23, 2010
D. H. Lawrence’s books are not, on the surface, about anything, and they are full of poetic flights, everyone alternately feeling a deadness inside and flinging himself down to rub his parts on the grass.
October 22, 2010
I confess: all I know about Alexander the Great I learned from Mary Renault (and how).
October 21, 2010
A look at Ted Berrigan‘s letters to his institutionalized wife, collected in Dear Sandy, Hello, at The Poetry Foundation.
October 20, 2010
I ride to school and whisper words like “threshold,” “doomsday,” and “willow tree.”
September 17, 2010
While Dante urged me to strive up, up, up toward heaven’s crooning saints and brightly-lit pinwheels, Malcolm Lowry lit my cigarette and told me it’s always nighttime inside the bar. It was a confusing period in my life.
September 7, 2010
Yes, Chuck Norris is a novelist. Life has lost all sense and meaning.
August 25, 2010
At the start, the film’s world is shaped by Thatcher and the Falklands and council housing and having no money; the youth, as is their wont, are acting out and wearing silly clothes.
August 13, 2010
Were Ellen Olenska on Jersey Shore, she would be the pasty, sober blonde in a ruffled one-piece.