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Holiday Reading: December 25, 2015
- Here are some books coming to a movie theater near you in 2016.
- South Florida; nice place if you like that sort of thing. Too bad it’s only got about another half-century left.
- Ted Cruz doesn’t understand The Princess Bride.
- For the West to win, it needs to figure out what it’s fighting for.
- St. Louis is the murder capital of America, so of course the city is spending $150 million on a new football stadium.
- Rand Paul’s annual airing of Festivus grievances.
- “Yes, Virginia…“
- Print and read: A wassail gone bad, “rioting and wantonness,” and other oddities of bygone Christmases.
Quote of the Day: Hitch’s Humbug
Every holiday season, words reliably flow from columnists’ keyboards about good will toward men, “this holiday season…,” and whatnot. We are also treated to an ever-increasing barrage of manufactured outrage over the supposed “War on Christmas.”
It’s the time of year for American Christians, already swaddled by a culture and government that cheerfully stomps all over the Establishment Clause, to kvetch about how their holiday has supposedly been stripped of its religious intent and symbolism.
Back in 2005, before this annual flurry of fury had even reached the apotheosis of silliness—Starbucks Christmas cups, and so on—the late, great Christopher Hitchens penned one of his many columns about the tawdry consumerist spectacle and oppressive state-religion aspect of Christmas: “…it was exactly this paganism and corruption that led Oliver Cromwell—my own favorite Protestant fundamentalist—to ban the celebration of Christmas altogether.”
Hitch delivers a further response to the outrage that erupts whenever some municipality decides that they should actually respect the Constitution—not to mention all of their non-Christian constituents—by not erecting Christian displays on public land with public money:
… there are millions of well-appointed buildings all across the United States, most of them tax-exempt and some of them receiving state subventions, where anyone can go at any time and celebrate miraculous births and pregnant virgins all day and all night if they so desire. These places are known as “churches,” and they can also force passersby to look at the displays and billboards they erect and to give ear to the bells that they ring. In addition, they can count on numberless radio and TV stations to beam their stuff all through the ether.
It’s not precisely an argument for banning Christmas ala Cromwell. But it is a healthy reminder that freedom of religion in today’s America doesn’t always include freedom from religion.
Department of Holiday Reading: December 24, 2014
- Baldwin to Sontag and Mailer: The 10 greatest essays since 1950.
- The year in photos, so far.
- Moses and whether he could have parted the Red Sea without God’s help.
- Catherine the Great to My Friend, Dahmer: the year’s best unproduced screenplays
- The Times‘ 10 Best Books of 2014.
- Lila, Boyhood, and Transparency: If everybody basically agrees, why are there so many best-of lists for 2014?
- The Big Lebowski, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, and Rio Bravo among the films added to the National Film Registry in 2014.
- A roll-call of notable 2014 obituaries.
- Alamo Drafthouse stands up for, well, freedom.
- The Ramones and other great Christmas songs.
- Bill O’Reilly does his darn best to ruin another holiday season.
- Chris Rock: “If poor people knew how rich rich people are, there would be riots in the streets.“
- Print and read, bonus year-end edition: Daniel Pearl’s last story, smoking pot with David Brooks, and other selections from Longread’s best stories of 2014.
Department of Holiday Cheer: Edition 2013
It’s been an eventful year, not necessarily in a bad way. But nevertheless the start of 2014 is welcome. Any day now.
In the meantime, a bit of holiday doggerel from Calvin Trillin:
I’d like to spend next Christmas in Qatar,
Or someplace else that Santa won’t find handy.
Qatar will do, although, Lord knows, it’s sandy.
Also, one shouldn’t get through the holiday season entirely without anything from David Sedaris‘s memories of working as a store elf:
The woman grabbed my arm and said: You there, elf. Tell Riley here that if he doesn’t start behaving immediately, then Santa’s going to change his mind and bring him coal for Christmas.
I said that Santa changed his policy and no longer traffics in coal. Instead, if you’re bad, he comes to your house and steals things. I told Riley that if he didn’t behave himself, Santa was going to take away his TV and all his electrical appliances and leave him in the dark.
The woman got a worried look on her face and said: All right. That’s enough. I said, he’s going to take your car and your furniture, and all of your towels and blankets and leave you with nothing. The mother said, No, that’s enough – really.
Go on, take a Snow Day; you all deserve it:
Department of Holiday Cheer
How’s your 2012 been? Happy to have survived the Mayan apocalypse?
More importantly, did you finish your shopping? Either way, here’s a consideration from the New Yorker circa 1970, in which a certain “Christmas Consultant” ponders what a good gift for a guy could be:
My list would include useful gifts, like a matched, color-coördinated, full-fashioned set of pre-written thank-you letters. Such a pleasant gift, and so easy to use. Upon receiving a gift—let’s say a myna bird trained to say “You’re wonderful, Fred,” or “Joe,” or “Pierpont”—one would merely use the efficient index system provided and come up with a pre-written note that said something like “I can’t begin to describe to you the emotion which welled up inside of me when I first heard Precious Myna chirp out, ‘You’re wonderful, Fred,’ or ‘Joe,’ or ‘Pierpont.’” There is, you see, a crying need for a pre-written note in such circumstances, since no self-respecting fellow, however practiced in hypocrisy, could possibly bang one out for himself.
Whatever your gift-giving situation, or views on the Mayan apocalypse that wasn’t, you should take a snow day—we’ve all earned it:
New in Theaters: ‘Django Unchained’
Opening Christmas Day (because, well, why not?) is the newest tongue-in-cheek Tarantino genre-stew:
With his bloodily entertaining but tonally sloppy Django Unchained, the always fastidious Quentin Tarantino may finally be loosening up. This development could help broaden his appeal in the short run, his newest film being the kind of straightforward blend of humor and self-aware ultra-violence that plays pretty well to many different audiences these days. (In other words, expect few of the tricky narrative gambits that have defined his work in the past; this one’s more about doing maximum damage with six-shooters.) Unfortunately, a less formally inhibited Tarantino may turn out to be a less entertaining filmmaker…
My full review is at Film Journal International.
You can see the trailer here:
Bonus holiday fun—check out the trailer for the 1966 original Django, which Tarantino lifted the theme music from (but, sadly, not the Gatling gun in the coffin):
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