I just finished reading Fredric Jameson’s A Singular Modernity: An Essay on the Ontology of the Present. Like a lot stuff that Jameson writes, this book is both fascinating and infuriatingly vague at key moments in its argument. This vagueness might be justified as a form of “dialectical” writing, which I enjoy at the level [...]

Even as I imagine that my (eh, academic) interests are expanding into newer, hipper domains, I find myself always coming back to postirony. I purchased McSweeney’s #18 yesterday (as a reward for having sold at least a dozen books I would never read on Amazon.com Marketplace; trust me when I say I’ve never done anything [...]