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The final article of The Oxford American's Best of the South issue is Hal Crowther's splenetic rant about the region's less savory characteristics.
Louis Menand's review of The Myth of the Rational Voter: Why Democracies Choose Bad Politics is an interesting read—possibly more interesting than the book itself. However, back in 2004, Gene Weingarten covered the same questions, getting up close and personal with Ted Prus, a non-voter who "just doesn't give a rat's ass."
It's classic Weingarten, which means he tackles big issues by focusing on details that wouldn't even appear in most writers' copy.
Will Collier tells the tale behind that $250 pre-publication sale of the final Harry Potter volume.
Alexis Petridis reviews Paris Hilton's debut record. "She sings like a woman who has heard of something called singing, can't be sure of exactly what it might entail, but is fairly certain you do something a bit like this."
The ad team at Dolce & Gabbana seems to think it can be. Would Charles Mingus’ “Moanin’” become a best-seller if more people knew it sounded so cool—or if the millions who watched this TV commercial knew that’s what they were hearing? Could it be that jazz just needs shrewder marketing? (The whole song can be heard on Mingus’ great 1959 album, Blues & Roots.)
It's funny: Because I haven't listened to music in days, I feel as though I have nothing to say.
Let me try.
The "Deluxe Edition" of Sonic Youth's Daydream Nation is sitting on my desk, and I haven't opened it yet. I haven't listened to music in days. Something is obviously, plainly, unambiguously wrong. Isn't it? My days go by without hook or melody, verse verse verse and out. I wake, force myself to do a few sit-ups, shit, shower, maybe shave, turn to channel 4 to get the weather from Al Roker, pick out underwear and socks and t-shirt, gather my jeans…