A Comfy Fit in Williamsburg

I subscribe to NY Times Real Estate emails just for obnoxious gems like this. The rest of it reads just as one would expect.

Every once in a while, they publish articles in such amazing tone-deaf earnestness, about the world where a 19 year old student has a $3000 budget, which, tragically, is not enough to accommodate all his sewing machines and “design equipment”. But it all ends well because $3100 is the solution, and it is “not too much of a reach”, and issues such as hair accumulating in the bathtub, and dust collecting on books is not such a big deal.

Print publications are dying out, and of course there are niche publications like Du Jour (a pet project of some socialite, and it’s free), but why does “paper of record” that goes after mass market need to have this? We all know inequality in this city is ludicrous, is it the job of Times to rub it in?

A Comfy Fit in Williamsburg

newyorker:

When Anthony Bourdain Went to Narnia

Of all the billions of pages that make up the Internet, one of my very favorites contains “No Reservations: Narnia,” a work of fan fiction, from 2010, by Edonohana, a pseudonym of the Y.A. and fantasy author Rachel Manija Brown. The story is exactly what it sounds like: a pastiche of Anthony Bourdain’s “No Reservations” and C.S. Lewis’s “The Chronicles of Narnia.” Channelling the casual charisma of Bourdain’s first-person writing, Brown finds him visiting the stick-wattled burrow of sentient moles, where he dines on pavender (a saltwater fish of Lewis’s invention) and Sussex Pond pudding and is drunk under the table by a talking mouse. He slurps down eel stew and contemplates the void with mud-dwelling depressives. He bails on an appointment at Cair Paravel, the royal seat of Narnia, to bloody his teeth at a secretive werewolf feast.

The real Bourdain died almost two months ago, at the age of sixty-one, of an apparent suicide. Many of us who were fortunate to know him have been left sifting through our records, pulling out bits of unfinished conversations and half-plotted ideas. A few months before his death, I had e-mailed him Brown’s homage, after years of casually wondering if he even knew it existed. The question had also occurred to Brown herself: “No Reservations: Narnia” is her most popular piece of fan fiction. (She told me that she suspects it might be her most popular work, period.) When we corresponded, before Bourdain’s death, she said that she sometimes worried that Bourdain had been sent the link dozens of times.

There persists a mistaken belief, outside the world of fan fiction, that it consists of bad writing from floor to ceiling—ham-handed, indulgent, turgidly sexual, and thoroughly amateurish. For a full-throated defense of the genre, see the Harvard English professor Stephanie Burt on the subject. Or just read Brown’s story, which is so well-told, so deeply researched, so uncannily on point in its representation of the culture and cuisine of Narnia, and so faithful in its mimicry of Bourdain’s writing voice that it is sure to charm any reader who gives it a chance. Including, as it turns out, Bourdain himself. After I sent him “No Reservations: Narnia,” he replied that, contrary to Brown’s concerns, he’d never come across the story before. “This is astonishingly well written with an attention to detail that’s frankly a bit frightening,” he said in an e-mail. “I’m both flattered and disturbed. I think I need a drink.”

—Helen Rosner

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A terrifying article in the Atlantic about what happens when children are hard-wired to be psychopaths. There’s hope throughout it – about how we are now finding ways to manage it – with fair commitment from the society (and the government). The terrifying thought that comes out, however, is that yes, there are people who are hard-wired to be horrible people, and there’s nothing they, or anyone else, can do to fix it. There is a way to manage it, minimizing the bad, maximizing the good, but that’s all we can hope for.

There goes my belief in inherent goodness of all people.

(looking for, and finding, L being capable of empathy is very hopeful though)