This is my favorite song from the musical comedy Tripod versus the Dragon, which I recently watched at the behest of my friend Deb:
http://youtu.be/e_vkU6ZOI9w
It's a clever musical about Dungeons and Dragons, and it has some great songs. What's not to love?
(Also, I look particularly bewildered in the still frame...)
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Friday, April 11, 2014
R.I.P. Rizzoli Bookstore
As the bibliophiles and New Yorkers among my readers might have heard, the city's iconic Rizzoli Bookstore is being evicted from its iconic Midtown premises, to be replaced by a luxury high-rise. Despite petitions and protests, this historic location was denied landmark status on a pure technicality; the bookstore is housed in what used to be a piano showroom, with vaulted ceilings and massive cast-iron chandeliers that make visitors feel as though they've stepped into the pages of history. (Appropriately, Rizzoli is known for its stock of art books.) Today was the store's last day in business, and it feels a bit like the end of an era.
There's been an outpouring of grief and outrage on the internet, unsurprisingly. One of the most moving and articulate pieces about Rizzoli is this rather personal New Yorker article by Jon Michaud:
http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/books/2014/01/rizzoli-and-selling-books-to-madonna
It recalls an almost Gatsby-esque old New York, doesn't it? (And of course, the pictures are stunning.) I love the idea -- and it's more than a mere idea -- of a bookstore as the sort of village that raises exemplary young adults. It seems to be a recurring theme both in literature (Christopher Morley and, more recently, Robin Sloan come to mind) and in real life, and it saddens me to think that such an education might no longer be available to coming generations.
I will have more thoughts on this later, I'm sure. For now, though, allow me to wallow.
There's been an outpouring of grief and outrage on the internet, unsurprisingly. One of the most moving and articulate pieces about Rizzoli is this rather personal New Yorker article by Jon Michaud:
http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/books/2014/01/rizzoli-and-selling-books-to-madonna
It recalls an almost Gatsby-esque old New York, doesn't it? (And of course, the pictures are stunning.) I love the idea -- and it's more than a mere idea -- of a bookstore as the sort of village that raises exemplary young adults. It seems to be a recurring theme both in literature (Christopher Morley and, more recently, Robin Sloan come to mind) and in real life, and it saddens me to think that such an education might no longer be available to coming generations.
I will have more thoughts on this later, I'm sure. For now, though, allow me to wallow.
Labels:
art,
books,
bookstores,
horrible,
in memoriam,
New York,
New Yorker,
today
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