The author of The Castle likes his music in a time capsule and silence in his home—but definitely not in his stories.
Jon Ronson
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I Went to the White House Brawl and Watched the Manosphere Go Limp
“It was supposed to be an exhibition of freedom without restraint: a bombastic birthday boy, fourteen uncontrollable athletes, and a South Lawn build-out that was piss-your-pants patriotic. But what united onlookers, in the end, was the sudden realization that American machismo had hit a hard limit.”
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Pawns, Puppet Heads, and Paranoia: An Eccentrics Reading List
“They’re a little eccentric” is a phrase I suspect most of us have heard used to describe a certain kind of memorable person. For me, it evokes my childhood dentist — an elderly man who favored colorful bow ties and humming loudly as he worked, and who once wagged his finger in my face and […]