As I grow older, I appreciate villainy more and more. I appreciate it not only because superheroes bore me (Superman=Jesus), but because doing good is its own reward. The motivation for doing bad things is fundamentally more interesting. Continue reading The Jerry Springer Show (Review by Mapate Diop ’16)
We sat on the couch in front of the TV, in our Friday night spots. Lazy six’o’clock pink leaked in through white condo slits. Beautiful, but at the wrong angle—blinding. Continue reading Let’s Get Married by Flavia Martinez ’18
The legend of Kanye West is as well substantiated as it is disseminated: in the barren post-gangsta era of the early 2000s, Kanye revitalized the genre by introducing soul-infused production and quality lyricism defined by bold juxtaposition of genuine introspection with tremendous braggadocio. Kanye continued to rip holes in the fabric of Hip-Hop for the next decade, out of which grew the diverse, mainstream genre we enjoy today. If you buy into this claim — if you recognize Yeezus’ Jamaican dance-hall vocals and abrasive synths in Kendrick Lamar’s “The Blacker the Berry,” or if you notice 808s & Heartbreak’s emotional vulnerability in chart-topping artists like Drake, J. Cole, and Young Thug — then the The Life of Pablo should seem like the logical conclusion to Mr. West’s legacy. Continue reading The Life of Pablo (Review by Elias Schultz ’18)
His grandmother sends him a book called The Thinker’s Thesaurus. The book is in its expanded third edition. It promises to provide sophisticated alternatives to common words. On the back cover, a white male linguist praises it: “This magisterial reference work is clear and authoritative. It will help you preserve the highest layers of the English vocabulary.” His grandmother is not a white male, nor is she magisterial. She is quite poor, lives alone, and can only see out of one eye. Nonetheless, sometimes she still finds ways to say hurtful things about Mexicans.