There's An Enduring American Compulsion To Be

It Always Seems To Me Odd To Call A Place A Wilderness When Every Wilderness Area In The Us Bristles With Rules And Regulations As To How You Can Behave, What You're Allowed To Do, And Is Patrolled By Armed Rangers Enforcing The Small Print. They're Parks, Of Course, Not Wildernesses At All.

'dreams From My Father' Reveals More About Obama Than Is Usually Known About Political Leaders Until After They're Dead. Perhaps More Than It Intends, It Shows His Mind Working, In Real Time, Sentence By Sentence, In What Feels Like A Private Audience With The Reader.

Over Emphatic Negatives Always Suggest That What Is Being Denied May Be What Is Really Being Asserted.

To The Newcomer Who Has Not Learned Its Language, A Large City Is A Chaos Of Details, A Vast Woolworths Store Of Differently Colored, Simlarly Priced Objects.

Critics? Don't Talk To Me Of Critics! You Think Some Jackanapes Journalist, His Soul Eaten Away By The Maggots Of Jealousy And Failure, Has Anything Worthwhile To Say Of Art? I Don't.