Archive for September, 2008

In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with Corsican mint. This was just a few days ago: politics aside, it’s been another good season for Corsican mint! Of all the groundcovers we introduced into the garden, Corsican mint (Mentha requienii) has attained a particular affection for us. Although it has thrived in several places […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. An amber light descended on the rooftops of Washington Heights. Dark clouds loomed ominously overhead. Inside we read the news reports and — like everyone else we know — wondered what it means. Are we fucked? Or are we not fucked? Odd […]


In which The Gay Recluse loves Neil Young. We always remember when we were only five or six years old and one of our older brothers would play After the Gold Rush by Neil Young. There’s almost always a raw quality to Neil Young during this era (by which we mean his heyday in the […]


In which The Gay Recluse takes a look at what’s really going ahn. Although Maureen Dowd is generally liberal to the extent that she hates Bush — and hey, we can appreciate that! — there’s always been a disturbing and seriously outdated undercurrent of idolatry for the masculine — along with a sense that (like […]


In which The Gay Recluse loves Carson McCullers. Not long ago we finished reading The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter, by Carson McCullers. Published in 1940, the book — as the jacket tells us — made McCullers (only 23 at the time!) a literary star. In the book, which is set in a small town […]


In which The Gay Recluse is disturbed, but not unpleasantly so. A few nights ago we saw Au hasard Balthazar, the 1966 film by Robert Bresson.* It’s about a donkey born on a farm in a small village in France, and a young girl who — at least for a little while — loves the […]


In which The Gay Recluse is entranced. Tonight we watched A Story of Floating Weeds, the 1934 film by Yasujiro Ozu.  It’s a silent movie, which takes some getting used to (and we say this with regret, not about the movie, but the state of our frenzied existence). Like the other Ozu films we’ve seen […]