The Chocolate Speaks

One recent afternoon, I found myself in front of the TV, its sound muted, watching an NCAA basketball championship semi-final between Michigan State and Duke. Ten young men ran back and forth, right-to-left, left-to-right, upon this court. It occurred to me that I had been watching this game for sixty years, and I did not … Read more

Hotlips

He speaks now in my dreams and we are again comfortable, but it has taken the decades since he died for him to move from a vague, silent, accusing dream shadow, to a distinct presence, still silent, never a factor in the dream action, still hustling his guilt trip, until now, gradually, finally, it is … Read more

10th & Bainbridge Blues

I met E. Martin in 1958 at summer camp, where he was not only our bunk’s starting shortstop and point guard but the only one who read I. F. Stone’s Weekly. He went on to lead the anti-war movement at Penn medical school, participate in Physicians for Social Responsibility and practice psychotherapy from a self-characterized … Read more

Mindless Pleasures

No one sings in Paul Thomas Anderson’s new movie Inherent Vice, the first film adaptation of a Thomas Pynchon novel. This is quite strange, considering that of all Pynchon’s quirks, his characters’ tendency to burst into song Hollywood musical-style would appear to be among the most welcoming to the general audience, the most “filmable.” And … Read more