After wasting three hours on Facebook looking at memes, you might be tempted to cut yourself off from the Internet. Unfortunately, as Paul Miller learned after spending a year offline, the world off the grid isn’t quite what it’s cracked up to be.
"Where does the line between the self-portrait and the selfie fall? Both Kardashian West and Kahlo are masters of the form—suggesting that perhaps there is no clear line at all." Anyone who puts Frida and Kim together in an essay, as Sarah Murray has for The Rumpus, has our full and enthusiastic support. Also relevant: Alizah Salario's piece about the naming of North West.
A couple of weeks ago, I pointed readers to the trailer for Olive Kitteridge, the new HBO show based on the Pulitzer-winning novel by Year in Reading alum Elizabeth Strout. In this week’s New Yorker, Emily Nussbaum sizes up the new series, describing it as a case study in bringing a work of fiction to the screen. “In the course of four hours, the miniseries casts a West Coast spell on scenes of Yankee repression,” she writes.
What if Hamlet were a punk who skateboarded over Ophelia? At The Toast, Mallory Ortberg imagines Shakespeare's Hamlet with a teenage dirtbag cast complete with hilarious illustrations by Matt Lubchansky. "im going to the cemetery to touch skulls." We hope this becomes a regular series.