Seeing as someone decided to start jackhammering holes in the street outside our windows at 3am and I have been awake pretty much ever since, I decided to use this precious morning hour (can you hear Grieg’s “Morning” playing in the background?) to post some Monday links, instead of sleeping, and instead of screaming out my window at men who are just doing their jobs.
Two more from the Guardian: The reading habits of UK train riders, and the guilty pleasures of intellectuals. Steven Pinker likes the lexical semantics problem posed by rock lyrics. Bernard-Henri Lévy likes SAS spy novels. Christopher Hitchens likes “The Simpsons.” John Berger takes to biking when he doesn’t feel like being intellectual. And Antonia Fraser shares my love for Gary Cooper.
The New York Times looks into the influence of food bloggers, and also reviews the book I almost bought in Heathrow and now, in spite of the review’s perplexingly lukewarm final paragraph, wish I definitely had: Rachel Cusk’s Arlington Park (about disgruntled 30-something mothers - because everything I seem to want to read these days is so incredibly uplifting).
Finally, since it’s the only bit I managed to really watch, I totally agree with the high praise for Prince's halftime show. (ADDED THOUGHT: I wonder how many Americans, like me, were inspired to bring "Purple Rain" with them to work today...)
That’ll do. I’m off to stuff as many objects into my ears as I can find.