Friday Links
It’s been crickets around here this month but things will be gearing up again over the next few days. Until then, here’s one last dose of interesting things on the interwebs. It’s a big issue this time, so pace yourself.
- “Unlike the discipline of economics, and indeed unlike money – a lately-come tool we invented to facilitate trading at a distance – art is very old.” Margaret Atwood, our Al Gore for the arts, is in La Suisse this week to chat with the World Economic movers and shakers about t’arts.
- “Wiesner’s tale turns back on itself to reveal its form, and to show that a story can be protean, metamorphic, and infinitely malleable. We have to co-construct it. Indeed, one of its boons is that, since there is no right way to read it, adults, too, are put to the test intellectually. The book can be seen as an unexpected lesson in the ethic of storytelling.” The New Republic goes all PhD thesis on postmodern bedtime stories.
- Love is: imaginative, hand-crafted furniture that you can never afford to buy
- “Wilson says he doesn’t know how much public money the council spends on having chewing gum removed from the pavement and thinks it’s been cut dramatically since the financial crisis: “It’s an opportunity!!” Chewing gum artist Ben Wilson spills all to Wallflower Dispatches.
- Bubble wrap turns 50 this year and is a fun as ever.
- “I also want a check made with regard to the incredibly atrocious modern art that has been scattered around the embassies of the world.” Tricky Dick as art critic.
- “The interior of the Concert Hall is not just a crisis acoustically, it’s a crisis emotionally and spiritually.” Peter Sellars to the Sydney Opera House: unfollow.
- “I feel disposable, used and insignificant.” A letter from Monica Lewinsky to one William Jefferson Clinton.
- A Detroit murder mystery.
- “Whilst he was playing to me, a favourite cat came in, upon which he immediately left his harpsichord, nor could we bring him back for a considerable time. He would also sometimes run about the room with a stick between his legs by way of horse.” The young Mozart is examined at the Royal Society in London in 1764
