Assassination attempts, convention battles, failed candidacies, protests and police: if every day feels like 1968 again, at least we can look back at how bad things actually got during that long-ago summer... And might still get today

RT @mason__cw: The Spring 2025 Visiting Writers have been announced! Coming this Spring are writers Catherine Barnett (Poetry), Mary-Alice…

@amandafortini Ha, it was taken out front of the garage to the giant old house she was renting on Franklin Avenue--right after Slouching was published in May and probably right before she had a mental breakdown in Honolulu in June... 1968: far and away her most productive and least-sane year!

I wrote about the Jake Paul - Mike Tyson fight, the desolation of modern Dallas, and what it was like to lose at beer pong to Logan Paul in @countyhwy — a fantastic print-only publication available at bookstores across the country. Check it out!

RT @Passionweiss: It's impossible to convey the sprawl of these fires to an outsider. These aren't just multi-millionaires living in bucol…

I understand that she's happy but the cigarette in her left hand feels like a bit much

@chrismcglone75 Ha! She doesn’t mean any of us well…

Happy Birthday to Joan Didion, who was born ninety years ago today and has been playing the hits ever since. "I recall in particular one bitter morning in New York, my twenty-third birthday, when I woke with intimations of mortality to find outside my door, attractively done up in a Henri Bendel box, the jacket of a Henry James novel painstakingly altered to read The Tragic M(o)use. It was accompanied by a gray plastic mouse with a red ribbon around its tail, and if I did not immediately stop fancying myself a kind of East End Avenue Ophelia, I began at least to entertain certain doubt." -1962, The National Review

Doll Joan Didion, 2:46 am: “I am not the society in microcosm. I am a thirty-four-year-old woman with long straight hair and an old bikini bathing suit and bad nerves sitting on an island in the middle of the Pacific waiting for a tidal wave that will not come.” Wait, what?

@noturtlesoup17 Ha! It's pretty haunting

One of my fantastic students made me a Joan Didion doll out of yarn last year as a present. Sometimes, writing late at night on a deadline like I am now, I catch a glimpse of her against the wall... I don't think she means me well

RT @dantherriault: Light Years (1975) by James Salter follows a married couple with their two daughters, from the outside, living a picture…

Great essay by @Passionweiss at @tabletmag!