"When they were much younger the two friends often went dancing together. Here, in their jangly movement, a faint memory of that past rises to the surface, this time animating far older bodies. It is surprisingly lovely..." (I saw this this weekend. Rebecca Hall is incredible.)

for a long time i thought i wanted to make a podcast about the novels of anita brookner but eventually i realized i just wanted a friend who liked anita brookner. i wanted to have like 23 conversations about her work. that's not a podcast it's just sadness

When I watch tv shows I really imagine myself in their fictional universes. Perhaps all people do. I watch tv and think I could do that, I could bake a Victoria sponge or host the today show or be the ambassador to the court of st James

I saw rami malek in a movie today. He is so beautiful and thin and strange. He made me think of some animal, maybe a cat or a kind of small but lovely rodent

it would be so sick if we actually did replace taxis with camels. camels are the most whimsical animal. new york would be so charmingly surreal with tens of thousands of camels wandering about

in this intervew i conflated amy odell's biography of anna wintour with tina brown's vanity fair diaries. SORRY! it was the former who watched 9/11 with kissinger. thank you for your attention to this matter. anyway this interview is my lament for expertise and taste and magazines....

I’m taking my kid on a high school tour And there’s a girl here who’s being such an unbelievable pill to her mother that both me and my child started laughing and had to move seats

Chloe Sevigny should win an Oscar for the scene in after the hunt in which she reacts to hearing “the last of the famous international playboys”

there should be a VIP new yorker festival wherein mary gaitskill comes to your house and reads you a fucked up bedtime story

A key part of my process (the process of being gay not being a writer) is watching that clip of Diane Keaton singing “seems like old times” from the end of Annie hall

Just to point out the obvs but this is what the Nobel prize is! Just some random rich (also dead) guy being like yeah this is good. Prizes are meaningless but wealth redistribution is real

the days have an increasingly 'children of men' energy and i dont know how much more i can take

my takeaway from being a judge for the national book awards is that it would be SUPER FUN to be rich enough to endow a prize. imagine you just read a bunch of books for kicks and then were like, yeah this is the best one, and sent the writer ten thousand dollars? i think rich people should do this

i have been reading ratner's star. i'm not sure i've ever understood a novel less. i hope delillo wins the nobel this month

“Elizabeth Bowen,” she said, “was so condescending. She looked at me and said, with a stutter: ‘You are quite mad. Quite mad.’ She was right.”

for @newyorker.com i wrote about Cate Le Bon's new record, Michelangelo Dying, an extraordinary work.

was a great privilege (and daunting challenge) to be among the judges charged with assembling this list. i'm proud of where we got, and i hope these ten writers are pleased

“It’s a very romantic image,” Reither says, projecting it onto his mind’s eye. “It was the possibility of stepping out of your life, your shit job. To just step out for a moment. And enjoy the sunrise.” www.rollingstone.com/culture/cult...

this morning at the gym the woman working out beside me was eating a bag of nerds gummy clusters. there are heroes everywhere if you look

this fawn hall thing is so perfect. like jerry hall marrying rupert murdoch. like the end of a shakespeare comedy. truly love it

i have told like three people what my new book is about. yet somehow my phone knows what it is about. it is constantly showing me things that relate to this book very specifically. i can't figure out how it does this but it is so moving how much my phone knows and loves me

Paperback pub day really illuminates something about how birth order affects the psyche. The finished paperbacks arrive and I’m like oh this stupid thing again. I’m the second child in my family in case you were wondering

I think watching the gilded age is making me more gay, something I’d not have thought possible

V learned helplessness/masc of me but lately i absolutely lose my mind at the grocery store. Lose all language comprehension and logic. Dissociative state stuff. Emerge with hundreds of dollars of nothing

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An experimental novel about contemporary marriage told entirely in links to the nytcooking app that the couple send to one another

My Little came back from sleep away camp and is now fully a teen. I have two teens pray for me

I can no longer hear anything about j Epstein. Him and Patti lupone. Pls do not mention either of them around me thank you

Being depressed in the summer feels off somehow yet here we are

I just realized I have like two friends. This must be why podcasts are so popular. Imaginary friends

there will never be a smiths biopic bc there’s no actor cute enough to play young Morrissey

My name is misspelled all around town. When I send a package at the ups store they believe my name is Armand. For a long time my name was misspelled with the board of elections. I’d say like 8% of my extant anxiety revolves around being accused of fraud bc of this

Seized with a desire to reread the greatest American novel of the last few decades, underworld. Sometimes I put the trash in the chute and I think about it then I chastise myself with an ok calm down delillo

It would be amazing to be well and truly DONE with the laundry. Tho that would entail no longer wearing clothes or using napkins. It is a dream of mine, all the same, for the hamper to just be empty for a day

I would read a whole book on the weird prevalence of music in public space. I’m at the airport slowly losing my mind to this soundtrack of muted pointless ambient computer music. I feel like I’m in a video game. I truly hate this so much the people who work here must feel insane all the time

I’ve spent so long believing that Gael Garcia Bernal is one of the best looking men alive that I have somehow neglected to appreciate that Diego Luna is also really hot

I am sort of done with hearing about Patti lupone tbh

On Australian tv I saw an ad for a hearing aid the sound track for which was “walk on the wild side.” Just as Lou reed intended

If you happened to run into one of your favorite novelists while you were sweaty and wearing your gym clothes would you introduce yourself and gush at them despite being basically undressed bc I did

Lot of people these days suckling on these massive vapes. They look like babies who’ve put an external hard drive in their mouths. Have some self respect and just buy Marlboros

Why is every internet website publishing a list of best books of the year in may? Even with the editorial caveat of “so far” this is very “we’re out of ideas”

All the secondhand smoke I get these days is pot, a fetid, vegetal smell that connotes for me stagnation and ennui, instead of cigarettes, an exhilarating scent that is sexy and alluring

Currency should be perforated. So you could tear a $20 into four fives or whatever it would be more convenient

Tonight at a party a young boy complimented my shoes. I’m already Elaine benes when it comes to shoes and idk why the approval of a child not my own should be so fulfilling but… it is

Great piece

So thoroughly a Trollope guy that this morning I was like… what we need in this country is a Plantagenet Palliser type

i like how on top of everything else it is now always very windy in new york. totally apt how it seems menacing and makes me feel slightly crazy

Going to therapy is good for the psyche but bad for the workday. Like I’m supposed to write a novel now get real

It’s crazy how much people speaking Italian sounds like people pretending to speak Italian

the smiths were v good at song titles but 'william, it was really nothing' is next level. someone should write a novel called 'william, it was really nothing'