Today is Frederic Tuten’s 80th birthday and so I want to use this post to celebrate my friend and the brilliance of his fiction. Tuten’s work reflects the beauty of life and art, like sunlight on a rippling surface, with a humanism and pathos that we need in these dark times. Only Tuten could have […]
Jeff Koons Popeye, 2003 Then I made me way into the tottering house itself and found it all in shambles. A clothesline freighted with frilly red underwear, not mine, and three pairs of long johns, not mine, stretched across the living room. The bathroom reeked of men’s after-shave and colognes – Brute – and was […]