HELLHOUND ON MY TRAIL
There are times when I’m ready to give up on America, but then I remember Robert Johnson and think, man, there must be some way to turn things around . . .
There are times when I’m ready to give up on America, but then I remember Robert Johnson and think, man, there must be some way to turn things around . . .
It’s hard to disagree with the jury’s verdict in the Jodi Arias trial. The evidence of premeditation was all circumstantial, and a lot of it struck me as subject to reasonable doubt, but there was so much of it it … Continue reading
I saw this when I was eight. I remember the experience — the theater, the approximate row I sat in, my mom dropping me off and picking me up there, my astonishment at the movie — as though it were … Continue reading
Juan Martinez, prosecutor in the Jodi Arias trial, spoke fateful words today — “The state rests.” Tomorrow final arguments will begin and then the case will go to the jury. The case presents bewildering paradoxes. The savagery of the killing … Continue reading
I’d never before gotten any books from Iceland but today a package arrived from Reykjavik containing a set of The Complete Sagas Of Icelanders — the first more or less complete English translation of all the Icelandic Sagas along with … Continue reading
. . . in New Orleans, at the magical home of my friends Adrienne Parks and Bill Bowman. It’s a vast and comfortable mansion in the Garden District, filled with good vibes and wondrous art. Before now, only lucky friends … Continue reading
The Oyster Bar at the Palace Station Casino in Las Vegas is a tiny establishment, seating about 18, on the edge of the casino floor. It serves raw oysters and clams, steamed clams and mussels, and various types of seafood … Continue reading
There’s something not right with her gaze. Not dissimilar to the gaze of the horse below, which is said to be one of a number of artworks done by Arias in prison which she is selling on eBay: She is … Continue reading
Lately I’ve been reading, with great delight and admiration, Frederick Law Olmsted’s A Journey Through Texas, which records a journey he and his brother took through The Lone Star State in 1857. Olmsted is best known today as the co-designer, … Continue reading
Western movies used to be referred to, usually dismissively, as horse operas. It’s not a bad term for them. Like classical operas, they might have silly plots or bad acting, but these things might be redeemed by beautiful music, or … Continue reading
This book collects the first seven Tales Of the Saturni — short stories of unspeakable, macabre doings, usually in the vicinity of New Orleans. I’d bought all the stories individually as Kindle editions and loved them, so I was thrilled … Continue reading
The first day of my drive home from Seguin, Texas found me in Van Horn, Texas at a Ramada Express. I had hoped to find a Whataburger in Van Horn but there wasn’t one. Instead, I got directed by the … Continue reading
On my last day in Austin, Hilmar took me to Olivia’s for brunch. There I had the dish above — Oysters Benedict, Eggs Benedict on homemade bread with fried oysters. Why have I never seen this dish on any other … Continue reading
At the Red Rock Casino here in Las Vegas we used to have a branch of The Salt Lick, a famous Texas rib joint, but it closed a couple of years ago, to my intense chagrin. To my intense delight, … Continue reading
Above is the elegant and comfortable garage apartment I was lucky enough to inhabit for SXSW, thanks to the kind hospitality of Hilmar and his wife Kaaren. I didn’t get pictures or video of several nights at SXSW, so you’ll … Continue reading