Inhuman Swill : Page 14
Why is my blog called Inhuman Swill? Because you can unscramble the pieces to make William Shunn.
The 6.585 x 1021 ton elephant in the room
I began thinking about global warming again today, sparked by a posting by Christopher Bigelowor rather, by a couple of the complacent jackasses who responded to the post. (Sorry if they're friends of yours, Chris.) While I think it's nice...
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If this had been an actual emergency...
For the past few days, I've thought I might smell just a dash, just a soupçon, just one wafer-thin mint's worth of natural gas in the kitchen. I would sniff, and my wife would tell me I was crazy. It...
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Fahrenheit 451
A dystopian classic shows us the temperature at which the New York stage catches fire.
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Kindly inclined reviews
One of these days I will be through obsessively posting about "Inclination," but not yet, not yet. I took a little time out from noveling today (200 pages due to the workshop tonight, and I just might make it!) to...
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C.S.A.: The Confederate States of America
A world in which the South won the Civil War looks disturbingly like our own.
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Frey in hell
Yes, we all seem to be more up in arms today about James Frey and his partially made-up memoir than we are about domestic wiretaps, freedom of information in China, and terrorists taking power in Palestine. And it makes sense...
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South by southeast
Sorting through piles and piles and piles of old stuff as we packed, I found a poignantly evocative photocopy I thought had been lost to the mists of time. It went back to 1992 or so, when, as you may...
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