On Mondays I generally feel like I've been hit by a mack truck and lack sufficient brain power to write a coherent post. That said, it makes me sad to see the blog go un-updated, so I've decided to introduce a set of links into the fold every Monday, under the heading: Monday Kneecapp'd Recap. I hope you all enjoy, and as always: thanks for reading!
- As Barack and Michelle Obama were welcomed at The White House, I was falling down the stairs at the Flatiron building after I had slipped on water from the plastic bottle which had just plummeted from my hands. Let me just say, you can't buy grace like the Obamas'.
- FSG celebrated the publication of Robert Bolaño's massive posthumous novel, 2666, at Plan B in Alphabet City. Read Jonathan Lethem's insane review. As I was leaving the party due to suffocation, a girl stopped me on the street and said "Do you know what band is playing here?"
- My favorite guy and I went to see the Elizabeth Peyton exhibit at the New Museum. I've been a fan of hers since the teenaged years. I'm obsessed with celebrity: Peyton paints her friends, but also celebs and historical figures, working off of famous photographs. An interesting take on portraiture.
- We published the collected letters of Ted Hughes. You know how I feel about the guy, but even I have to admit this letter from Ted to Sylvia Plath after their first hook-up is pretty hot: "Sylvia, That night was nothing but getting to know how smooth your body is. The memory of it goes through me like brandy." 3/1956.
- Daniel Craig is by far the beefiest Bond. Looking forward to checking out his Quantum of Solace this coming weekend. Oh. Oh, oh.
- I just bought tickets to this production of The Waves, adapted from Virginia Woolf's novel, direct from the National Theater in London.
- Obama's victory papers sold the hell out all over the country. And people were still queuing at The New York Times on Friday!
- There' a new oral biography of George Plimpton, one of the coolest motherfuckers to ever grace this earth, and the founder of The Paris Review, from Random House.
- And finally, this behind the scenes flickr set as Obama and his family learned he was to be the 44th President of the United States, inspires me to practice serenity and stoicism.