Riveting footage of Stevie Nicks, caught backstage in 1981, singing “Wild Heart” while her makeup is being applied.
History, as it’s thus far been written, has gotten Stevie Nicks wrong; she was a singular talent, and isn’t respected nearly enough.
...on the other side of it, she was good for making fun of:
Monday, October 19, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Mario Puzo
The late novelist/screenwriter would’ve turned 89 this week. In this clip, he discusses, among other things, the process of adapting his novel, The Godfather, to the screen.
(NOTE: I’ve argued — always to the wild disapproval of friends and family — that the murder of Fredo was unnecessary. Here, the author shares that he never intended for Fredo to be killed, but that Coppola kind of forced his hand. Hmm.)
(NOTE: I’ve argued — always to the wild disapproval of friends and family — that the murder of Fredo was unnecessary. Here, the author shares that he never intended for Fredo to be killed, but that Coppola kind of forced his hand. Hmm.)
Labels:
francis ford coppola,
fredo,
mario puzo,
the godfather
Monday, October 5, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Everyman
For no real reason...
Philip Roth on his novel Everyman, on religion in America, and more. Part 1 of 2.
Philip Roth on his novel Everyman, on religion in America, and more. Part 1 of 2.
Labels:
everyman,
everyman roth,
literature,
philip roth,
religion
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Wheel of Fortune
New fiction from yours truly, the pages still warm from the typewriter. Let me know what you think.
Wheel of Fortune
Wheel of Fortune
Labels:
bachelor party,
divorce,
gen x,
greg ippolito,
literature,
mid life,
oklahoma,
shorty story,
sooners,
wheel of fortune
Monday, September 14, 2009
Jim Carroll
Jim Carroll died yesterday. Heart attack. He was 59.

If you’ve never read The Basketball Diaries, do yourself a favor and put it on your list. “Ugh,” you might think, “not another drug-addiction story.” Yeah, I get that. But while journalists, novelists, reality-TV producers, etc., have surely beaten this topic to death, The Baskeball Diaries was one of the first views mainstream America got into heroin addiction. It came out in 1977, a memoir culled together from the diary entries Carroll kept as a boy in New York from ages 12 to 16 — from the moment he first experimented with heroin, through the teen years that followed when he struggled with hardcore addiction. When I first read this book, my eyes were cartoon-character-wide the entire time.
Here’s a clip from the movie version, which came out in 1995. Be warned: this scene is waaay melodramatic, and Lorraine Bracco absolutely mails it in (look for the stamp on her forehead). But DiCaprio is so believable it’s freaky. Keep in mind, if some version of this scene really happened, the real-life Carroll would've only been about 15 at the time. Wow.

If you’ve never read The Basketball Diaries, do yourself a favor and put it on your list. “Ugh,” you might think, “not another drug-addiction story.” Yeah, I get that. But while journalists, novelists, reality-TV producers, etc., have surely beaten this topic to death, The Baskeball Diaries was one of the first views mainstream America got into heroin addiction. It came out in 1977, a memoir culled together from the diary entries Carroll kept as a boy in New York from ages 12 to 16 — from the moment he first experimented with heroin, through the teen years that followed when he struggled with hardcore addiction. When I first read this book, my eyes were cartoon-character-wide the entire time.
Here’s a clip from the movie version, which came out in 1995. Be warned: this scene is waaay melodramatic, and Lorraine Bracco absolutely mails it in (look for the stamp on her forehead). But DiCaprio is so believable it’s freaky. Keep in mind, if some version of this scene really happened, the real-life Carroll would've only been about 15 at the time. Wow.
Labels:
basketball diaries,
heroin addiction,
jim carroll,
literature,
memoir
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Saturday
Ian McEwan is profiled on the South Bank Show. Particular attention is given here to Saturday, his much-lauded “post-9/11 novel.” Felt like the right week to post this.
Labels:
9/11,
ian mcewan,
iraq,
literature,
saturday
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