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The poor people of ParisCompared to Americans, Europeans live like peasants.November 1st, 2013 BY GREG ROBERTS In the 1970s our family worked for rich people who kept summer homes near Three Lakes, Wisc. Yard work, housework, boat and pier work — we were the avant garde of today’s Mexicans. Not exactly; we were good friends with the boss, a bank president, and he invited us to many an elaborate cook-out with porterhouse steaks the size of Frisbees and glasses of port from the 1930s.
Alan, the Englishman, visited our house one day and was amazed at what he found. A Ford pickup, a Buick Park Avenue, boats on trailers, snowmobiles, and fine shotguns hanging on the living room walls. He was pole-axed by such wealth in the hands of people who did the same kind of work as he. “Good Lord, everyone is rich in this country,” he said, as if it were leprosy. And later I heard his wife mutter, “Our last big dream was to buy a sewing machine, and we saved the whole year to do it.” That’s Europeans for you. In spite of the Magna Carta, they never had anything and never will. And they seem to be getting worse. A bicycle ride to the cafe, an espresso and cigarette, and a conversation on Twitter. Man, that’s living! And now it’s time to pedal back home to Mama and Papa, to the same crappy apartment and small room you grew up in.
Posted by: The Editors October 2013 in Black LambVolume 11, Number 10 — October 2013October 1st, 2013 In this October’s issue, Toby Tompkins reports on New Hampshire’s notorious blackfly in State bird. In Civic boondoggle, Gil Johnson outlines a recipe for disaster: the convention mega-hotel. John M. Daniel gives us the second part of his three-part series on his European travels, Schlepping my ego. On his own in Denver, Benjamin Feliciano encounters a goose in Dying. In London, Dan Peterson relates how the English capital beckons but he prefers Milan. In Junk pile, Elizabeth Fournier describes homemade shelters called Earthships. Karla Kruggel Powell describes that with her two birds, Life is song. Brad Bigelow reviews an excellent early novel by Christopher Morley. M.A. Orthofer reviews two novels by the Italian mafia expert Leonardo Sciascia. Two figures from the world of literature — English travel writer Jan Morris and American novelist Norman Rush — are welcomed into our gallery of Honorary Black Lambs. In A little prudence, bridge writer Trixie Barkis shows the benefits of caution. Our delicious lamb recipe is for Stout-Braised Lamb Shanks. In Put a sock in it, advice columnist Millicent Marshall criticizes people who advertise their ailments. And Prof. Avram Khan gives us another challenging word puzzle.
Posted by: The Editors State birdThe not-so-merry month of MayOctober 1st, 2013 BY TOBY TOMPKINS In New Hampshire, May ought to be the best month of the year. October is exhilarating, certainly, with the maples dressed in their glorious colors and the temperature brisk and bracing, but the color and the temperature are reminders that winter is just around the corner. And winter lasts forever, or seems to, in the Live, Freeze, and Die State. November’s a bleak misery, the landscape reduced to grays and browns and the cold rains soon giving way to sleet and snow. December, January, and February are all deep freeze. March is aptly known as mud-time, with thaws producing slush and sticky muck, until the temperature plummets, the mud freezes again, and a blizzard or an ice storm sets in. April’s a mocker: the sun warms a little, peepers pipe up in the trees, and the migratory birds wing in from the south, singing of spring. But the promise in their song is empty, for there’s usually sleet or even snow before the month is out. And then, at last, comes lovely May in all her lush and tender beauty, warm and sweet, with flowers in her hair. The ground is soft, the garden’s ready for planting, the shaggy green lawn needs mowing, and winter-deferred projects around the house and grounds are all planned out and ready to go.
Posted by: The Editors September 2013 in Black LambVolume 11, Number 9 — September 2013September 1st, 2013 The All-Pets Issue In this September issue devoted to domesticated creatures, Terry Ross confesses that he misses his recently deceased cat Jimmy more than he misses his dead relatives. Elizabeth Fournier celebrates life with goats in Peaceable kingdom. John M. Daniel describes a neighbor’s unfortunate animals in Randy’s menagerie. In All I want for my birthday is a horse, Susan Bennett details her fascination with equines. Toby Tompkins admits that he fears dogs in Dog stories. In Must love dogs, Gil Johnson recounts his research concerning single women and canines. Dan Peterson bids Goodbye to his wife’s pet in sign language. In My life is song, Karla Kruggel Powell says her budgies have brightened her existence. Gregory McNamee reviews a book on zoos in Rattling the cages. In Life & death Christine Canfield reviews a book about killing dogs and cats. Terry Ross reviews primatologist Frans de Waal’s latest book on the similarities between apes and humans. Two figures from the world of literature — Englishmen H.G. Wells and William Golding — assume their status as Honorary Black Lambs. Bridge writer Trixie Barkis checks in with more puzzles. Our delicious monthly lamb recipe is for an intriguing-sounding southern French dish called Weeping Leg of Lamb. Advice columnist Millicent Marshall again answers readers’ questions. And Professor Avram Khan gives us another challenging Black Lamb Word Puzzle.
Posted by: The Editors Must love dogsSeptember 1st, 2013 BY GIL JOHNSON Out of perverse curiosity, I recently Googled “A dog is man’s best friend,” trying to discover the origin of this old saying. After a good five minutes of following false leads on the Interwebs, The benighted sage who first uttered those words about canine congeniality had his genders confused. Clearly, as conclusively demonstrated by scanning the social media, a dog is woman’s best friend. Or perhaps, it should be “A woman is dog’s best friend.” Recently I created a profile on the online matchmaking site Okcupid — strictly, harrumph, for research purposes, of course. What follows is a summary of my initial findings. First, the photos, because let’s face it, men are visual and always check out the photos before reading the words. One of the most common photos in Okcupid ads is the obligatory glass of wine, usually set at a rustic table against a hillside in Tuscany. I was fairly astounded, as well, by the number of middle-aged women who have rafted the Colorado River rapids, explored Amazon jungles, climbed Mt. Everest, and survived skydiving. This could be a bit intimidating to the average schmoe who once made it to New Orleans for the Super Bowl or drove an old VW bus from Cleveland to Santa Fe. But for a seasoned world traveler such as myself, one who has read every book by Paul Theroux, these ventures fazed me not at all.
Posted by: The Editors August 2013 in Black LambVolume 11, Number 8 — August 2013August 1st, 2013 In our August issue, Lorentz Lossius describes buying a harpsichord in The hunt for Dorian. In Sex & other misdemeanors, Ed Goldberg waxes lyrical on Puritanism in the twenty-first century. John M. Daniel recalls his first trip to Europe in My own chariot. Toby Tompkins laments the loss of a cherished medium in On the radio. In No thanks for the memories, Lane Browning extols the virtue of forgetting. Susan Bennett describes three beloved animals in Interspecies Three Musketeers. And in The movie method, Terry Ross looks at the novels of Pete Dexter. Two figures from the world of literature — English poet Alfred, Lord Tennyson and French short story pioneer Guy de Maupassant — take their places in our pantheon of Honorary Black Lambs and The Ultimate Literary Calendar. Our bridge writer Trixie Barkis tells how to make slam bids in Beginning & end. Our monthly lamb recipe, from a Black Lamb reader, is for a Mediterranean Lamb Loaf. Advice columnist Millicent Marshall again answers readers’ questions. And Professor Avram Khan gives us another challenging Black Lamb Word Puzzle.
Posted by: The Editors The hunt for DorianAugust 1st, 2013 BY LORENTZ LOSSIUS I'm up at six, an hour before dawn on a grey Melbourne day, cold and dark and not yet winter. I make a strong coffee, then roll a thin cigarette and huddle on the balcony, puffing a dismal little cloud over the city. I get up, go to the kitchen, and play a bit of Bach and Rameau on Dorian. I’m clumsy and sausage-fingered after so many years away from the keys. Who, or what, is Dorian, might you ask? Let me gather myself and pull together some recent notes about the reasons why, the search, and how I found him.
Posted by: The Editors No thanks for the memoriesAugust 1st, 2013 BY LANE BROWNING I was thinking about forgetting. No, not forgetting like “Dammit, I know I left my keys here” or “What? I thought that was next Thursday!” and no, not like the henpecked husband who comes back from the store without the pasta sauce or cat litter. No. I mean pragmatic forgetting. Selective forgetting. Survival forgetting. There are classes and books and support groups for helping people learn to forgive, but we really need PhDs in forgetting. It baffles me that each year on the 11th day of September in most parts of the United States we are expected to “remember” the events of that day in 2001. Why? Whom does it serve? What does it prevent or abet? Is reliving catastrophe obligatory? Why do bereaved parents acknowledge, every year, the deaths of their children? What kind of catharsis is there in this? It doesn’t aid the deceased in any way; like humans who lived three centuries ago, they are gone, they are lost but to memory or pages in a book or pixels on a website. There is the notion of “honoring their memories,” but I’ve never understood that. Is there something wrong with me?
Posted by: The Editors July 2013 in Black LambVolume 11, Number 7 — July 2013July 1st, 2013 The Black Lamb Review of Books X In our 10th annual Black Lamb Review of Books, Terry Ross begins with a question: Poetry is dead, played out. Nobody reads it. True or false? And if true, why? In Richard Russo’s hometown John M. Daniel explores this novelist’s depiction of the place he grew up. Andi Diehn remembers a youth of insatiable reading in Book-colored glasses. In Finally, the truth, Toby Tompkins reviews Nicholson Baker’s 2008 book Human Smoke. M.A. Orthofer comments on a Proust book in Help is on the way. In eZ reading, Rod Ferrandino relates how he made peace with his Kindle. Doug Bruns reviews Jim Harrison’s The Great Leader in A rare voice. In Publish & be damned, Ed Goldberg offers tips on self-publishing. In Out of season, Andi Diehn reviews Barry Estabrook’s cautionary book Tomatoland. Brad Bigelow reflects on poet Helen Bevington’s third volume of memoirs in Not quiet and not really calm. In Mad jealous Jessica Ferri reviews a funny-girl memoir she wishes she’d written. Lee Polevoi recalls a Denis Johnson novel in Neglected masterpiece. In Leading critic, M.A. Orthofer reviews a book of Cynthia Ozick’s essays. Dan Peterson chooses his favorite sports books in The five best. Three more figures from the world of literature — English novelist Hilary Mantel, American novelist Richard Russo, and English novelist William Makepeace Thackeray — are ushered into our pantheon of Honorary Black Lambs and The Ultimate Literary Calendar. Our monthly lamb recipe, from Greece, is for Atlas Mountain Soup. In Mea culpa, advice columnist Millicent Marshall apologizes for having criticized a fellow graduate student for loving Anthony Trollope. And Professor Avram Khan gives us another challenging Black Lamb Word Puzzle.
Posted by: The Editors Book-colored glassesJuly 1st, 2013 BY ANDI DIEHN I envy the way my oldest son reads, stretched out on the living room couch, all of a sudden this year taking up most of three cushions. Watch his face: his lips move, his eyebrows raise and lower in drastic measures, he smiles, winces, gapes, and falls still all in a mere breath. He practices the cliché – he devours books. But, even better, the books devour him.
“Want to go swimming?” she would ask. “Want to ride bikes? Want to watch TV?” No. I was reading. I was busy becoming an Austin.
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