Over at the site I work at, we interviewed Peter Beinart, and I couldn’t be happier with how the interview turned out. I think Mr. Beinart is one of the most important voices in American journalism when it comes to discussing how America conducts itself — especially when it comes to our relationship with Israel.
I’ve been reading various pieces of his throughout the year in anticipation for this interview. I didn’t conduct it (my pal Jared Bloom from The Full Ginsburg did) but I wanted to make sure I was caught up in case he needed some help.
I also began pawing through Michael Schumacher’s biography on Will Eisner: A Dreamer’s Life in Comics.
Pictures at a Revolution has delivered the film nerd gossip. It’s clicking on all the usual itch-scratching 70s movie cylinders: self-obsessed, insecure Warren Beatty! Smarmy Mike Nichols! Rightfully surly Poitier! Eccentric chain-smoking producers with silly accents! Flaky screenwriters fleeing the country! Virtually no input from women!
Otherwise, my reading habits have been all gridlock and gridiron. Several editorials read in an attempt to grasp Boehner and McConnell. Several stymied critiques of Obama that only further obscure the issue. Several Monday morning (or Friday morning… or Tuesday morning) quarterbacks analyzing the NFL. No one is doing it better than the Awl. Boy, that’s a phrase you’ve probably read more than once on the Internet lately.
Turn my headphones up: Marc Maron’s tender interviews with Doug Benson and Blaine Capatch, Titus Andronicus’ The Monitor, Marnie Stern, war-era Vietnamese garage rock, and Gil Scott-Heron old and new.
In terms of reading, I just finished Paul Murray’s Skippy Dies. I’ll have thoughts on that on a forthcoming “best of 2010” list — which should serve as an indication of how I felt about it. Started Paula Bomer’s Baby on the subway this morning; it gets many points for featuring a story titled “The Shitty Handshake.”