Articles by Nick Ripatrazone
July 14, 2015
Chris Christie is the prototypical politician. His every move and utterance is finely calibrated. His outbursts — telling a Hurricane Sandy activist to “sit down and shut up” or calling a former Navy SEAL an “idiot” — are not the slip-ups of an amateur; they are the myth-making of an intelligent, ambitious man.
June 25, 2015
In the present literary moment, earnest religious belief is a subversive, counter-cultural move. God is not absent, but God seems more ironic metaphor than serious matter.
June 2, 2015
The weekly ritual of mowing, of men and women walking their property like mechanical monks, is fodder for literature.
May 14, 2015
Literature and breakfast are both slow arts. Early morning arts that unfold while the world is still groggy and optimistic.
May 5, 2015
A preface is an ars poetica for a book, for a literary life. A preface often feels like the writer sitting across the table from the reader, and saying, listen, now I am going to tell you the truth.
April 9, 2015
The constant desire to be a faster, better runner has helped me channel competition as a writer without being sidelined by it. My hunger is different than ambition. I know that I am ultimately only racing against myself.
April 3, 2015
The movement toward skills-based education in the humanities has also created an effort-return mentality: the expectation that a text can, or should, be distilled into a single sentence. Don’t we want students who know how to handle messes?
March 24, 2015
I call for the return of colophons. Colophons can send us back into books for another level of reading. If we love books, that second reading might be ecstatic in the same way good writing can lift us.
March 11, 2015
I recognize that some teachers will hesitate to cede power to their students in this manner. But if I am willing to let a classroom of teenagers read, edit, and critique my work, then undergraduate and graduate instructors might consider it.
February 25, 2015
Ockert reveals how sometimes evil arrives not with a bang or a whimper, but with the calming buzz of the inevitable.