The House is Always Empty

I discovered the poet Seamus Heaney in grad school. Being mad for Irish lit, I should have unearthed him sooner, but I hadn’t outgrown Modernism yet, and for the Irish that meant Joyce, Beckett, Yeats, and O’Brien. At least for … Continued

Here Comes the Same

Here’s some news in case you wondered. It takes approximately ten minutes to learn everything occurring in any category of pop culture. I know this comes as a surprise to you, what with the millions of sites, blogs, tweets, shows, … Continued