Since it’s the weekend, why not look at some gorgeous pictures of places around the world for bibliophiles to visit?
- Do you care about endangered places? Then stay the hell away from them.
- Bill Murray as bartender.
- How conservative lawmakers can just overrule laws they don’t like.
- Parties unknown probing crucial sites as a way (probably) of taking down the entire Internet, just in case a full-on cyberwar happens.
- Don’t forget Pence, and what he’s truly like.
Here’s how The Donald launders his money.
- P.J. O’Rourke on the election: “Better the devil you know than the Lord of the Flies on his own 757.“
A list of things that New Yorkers are more afraid of than ISIS.
So what happens if (or when) Saudi Arabia becomes another failed state?
This is what a Congressional temper tantrum looks like.
Hey, where can you find a million-dollar pile of art-dirt in Soho?
Thinking of voting Libertarian? Make sure to read their (crazy, crazy) platform first.
Yes, the media is to blame, but not in the way you think.
What do you say, time to stop “orange Muppet Hitler”?
Yes, about half.
- Print and read: Ta-Nehisi Coates on what O.J. Simpson meant to him as a young black man.
- Trump as the guy who, when he wants to show off, will “tell you something is worth a bazillion dollars. But when he wants to get taxes reduced, he’ll tell you it’s worth $2.95.“
- Sometimes, flying business class is just plain stupid.
- Millions of art works, including a thousand Picassos, are sitting in warehouses outside Geneva.
A better way for the Navy to blow up just about anything it wants.
So who’s going to pick up the mantle of Pat Buchanan’s Great Angry White Crusade? Pat knows.
- Some reasons that Airbnb is terrible here, also here, and here.
- When Gordon Parks and Ralph Ellison explored Harlem.
Luxury cruise ships, lots of icebergs, what could be the problem?
- Print and read: Mosques, hamburgers, capitalism, and the legends of the Wild West’s roving Afghani hot tamale men.
From Rick Steves, usually known as that guy who wrote two out of every five guidebooks one sees Americans walking around Europe with:
Fear is for people who don’t get out very much. The flip side of fear is understanding and we gain understanding through travel.
Paul Theroux has spent decades traversing the world and writing about it. Although some of his fiction has been set in America, his travel writing has always been the sort of thing that required a passport. In his newest book, Deep South: Four Seasons on Back Roads, Theroux rectifies that oversight with a deep dive into the American south and its beautiful and fraught contradictions.
Deep South hit stores last week. My review is at PopMatters.
There’s an essay called “The South of the South” that Theroux published last year in the Smithsonian magazine that will give you some idea of what he was after in this book.
For the 2011 release of his bibs-and-bobs collection The Tao of Travel, Paul Theroux had an interview in the Atlantic where—after noting that “Blogs look to me illiterate, they look hasty, like someone babbling”—he dispensed some advice to those in the travel-writing game:
The main shortcut is to leave out boring things. People write about getting sick, they write about tummy trouble, they write about having to wait for a bus. They write about waiting. They write three pages about how long it took them to get a visa. I’m not interested in the boring parts. Everyone has tummy trouble. Everyone waits in line. I don’t want to hear about it.
It’s probably not advice that most travel writers want to heed. After all, once you’ve spent three months in Siberia racking up expenses, you sure as hell better have something that the magazine is going to want to print. If nothing happens, embellishment or poetic license might seem more enticing.
Theroux also suggests to travel light:
The minimum is a change of clothes, a book, a toothbrush, notebooks, an extra pen. I don’t bring extra shoes. Just the necessities. I travel with a small duffel bag that fits under a seat on the plane, as well as a briefcase. The briefcase is my office. I’m always happier when I don’t have a lot of stuff.
The fewer things you have, the less you’ll pay attention to them. A pen, some paper, and your eyes and ears are all you need.