Wal-Mart is Good for the Planet—Wah?

No, not trying to be funny.  I was gabberflasted when I read this article from The Atlantic, which points out that in the past several years the giant grocery / cheap stuff firm has been developing a sophisticated, heterogeneous, localized network of produce suppliers.  This has been a boon for small regional farmers, many of whom are beginning to plant more varieties of fruits and vegetables suited to their respective local ecosystems and which can be rapidly plugged into the Wal-Mart supply chain.  As a result, fresher produce for the buyer, expanded markets for “mom-n-pop” growers, and way, way less carbon output, since instead of trucking the product from wherever a giant ag firm grows it (e.g. apples in Washington, oranges in Florida, cranberries in Jersey) to all the grocery stores across the country, Wally World is selling local food, much of it organic.  (Remember, many of our contemporary notions of where a particular plant “naturally” flourishes are products of the corporate agribusiness model, which prioritizes centralization and standardization.)  Anyway, this trend constitutes a revolution in the American food economy, a giant move away from the factory-farm model which has dominated since World War II.  Wal-Mart’s intentions seem genuinely non-evil (of course, they also realized how much  money is to be made—mountains of it—from satisfying the increasing American demand for fresh local food).  Now they just need to start hocking artisanal handguns.

-TGR

boy genius saves poetry!!

What have ya, then, when a drink-beast has also FINE POEMS IN IM?  Seriously, though, here is a link to the BBC’s neat-o Dylan Thomas site.  (With pictures!  He and Caitlin had great hair.)  Dude was a wanker iin his personal life, and a lot of his writing blows, but who isn’t a sucker for stuff like “The force that through the green fuse . . .”?  The bad swathes don’t erase the brilliant heartbreakers.

-TGR

PS: Know what’s fun?  Humming “JOYCE ON THE WEEEEK-END” to the tune of Neil Young’s “Out on the Weekend.”  Serious brain humor.

Great on Depression

The New Yorker has two very good book critics, James Wood and Louis Menand, both of whom teach literature at Harvard.  Unfortunately, only one of them is routinely interesting (being interesting and being good* as a critic are two different things, as you realize if you read a lot of criticism and book reviews).  This would be Menand, who has a cool essay out which surveys some recent books on psychiatry / psychology and the problem of depression.  His main contention is that difficulties in defining the best methodologies for mental-heath treatment are closely connected to the enormous complexity of depression, which remains at best problematically defined and understood, despite the fact that it affects hundreds of millions of human beings and has garnered decades of attention from the best psychological thinkers and practitioners around (also some of the worst).  Trust me, you will like this, whether or not you’ve ever dealt with The Noonday Demon.

-TGR

* By “good,” I mean whether or not someone accomplishes the book critic’s basic task of explaining what a text is generally about and convincing some readers that they might like to read it.  Interestingness has mainly to do with the writer’s voice / style / poetic verve / whatever I’m no theorist.

not exactly a wonder

Did anyone actually expect Tim Burton’s new version of Alice in Wonderland to be good?  It seems to me like the kind of thing Wal-Mart shoppers think is elegantly “weird.”  Burton has been washed up for years, Johnny Depp is a wang, and CGI is fucking boring, especially when compared to the lushly psychotic animation in the 1950s Disney version (which I actually prefer to Carroll’s original boooks, awesome as they are).  Anyway, Dana Stevens has whipped her pen out and slashed Burton in her typically persuasive, compact way.  Git git it.

-TGR

Arts & Letters Daily

This is a website you would probably enjoy checking out two or three times a week.  It’s an efficient, diligently updated little compendium of the best new arts & culture journalism.  Recommended if you like thinking, books, music, politics, philosophy, sex, art, history, that sort of thing.  Speaking personally, I’m able to appear somewhat educated because I visit here.  It’s cheaper than a messenger bag.

-TGR

Packer on Beck

Do you know about Glenn Beck?  Maybe you’ve been living outside the U.S. or don’t watch a lot of MSNBC or The Daily Show and so don’t know who he is.  Beck is a crazy person with the complexion of a boiled potato who retails a particularly mean, paranoid version of right-wing populism on Fox News.  (If you don’t know about him you should probably be thankful–your brain is cleaner.)  Anyway, he gave the keynote at CPAC, an annual gathering of similarly unhinged white people.  The speech will make your skin crawl if you watch it (if you want to do that, it is available on YouTube).  If you’d rather not, read this post by George Packer, the New Yorker’s awesome foreign correspondent / current affairs guy.  Stay on top of this stuff; remember, more than 50 million people voted to re-elected George W. Bush.  Don’t count the stupid out.

Of course, the authoritative statement on this kind of stuff is still Richard Hofstadter’s 1964 essay “The Paranoid Style in American Politics.”  All Americans should read it once a year.

-TGR

“My poetry is filthy–but not I.”

Man, Martial rules.  The little I know about Roman satirists, I like.  Martial has the same combination of mean wit and hilarious vulgarity that makes people like Catallus, Donne, Rochester, Pope, and Auden so funny.  Reading him, you can sense the line of comic poetry that runs from the classical world through English literature, and the glory of which is the couplet.  I would post some snipes on here, but it would probably be easier for you to just visit the Amazon preview of Garry Wills’ bad-ass new translation.

-TGR