(An excerpt) Travel writing is, I think, coeval with writing itself. We move and remember the place that we left; from a distance we send letters home. Those scribes who first kept laundry lists in Nineveh or Babylon, those men in Egypt naming names, belong to the one genre. An account of journeys taken or…
“Bleecker Street: Bohemia’s Barometer,” by Michael Herr
(Originally published in Holiday Magazine, December 1965) One noontime last spring a photographer, two assistants, a lady editor and a fashion model turned up at the corner of Bleecker and Leroy Streets, in Greenwich Village. This is a tenement block and a market district, the nucleus of what is left of the old Bleecker Street…
Five of the best Deviate podcast episodes about music (so far)
From the outset, the “deviate” aspect of my Deviate podcast was meant to give me the occasional pretext to veer away from travel themes and explore my other interests. My five favorite music-themed Deviate episodes are outlined below. Though later seasons of my podcast have episodes riffing on bands like Nirvana, Jane’s Addiction, and Iron…
Notes from an academic Q&A about travel and travel theory
Late last year, a Spanish researcher named Sergio Gonzalo contacted me with some questions for a multidisciplinary study on travel. “I am trying to approximate how different sciences or disciplines have approached travel as an activity and as a phenomenon,” he wrote. “For that reason, some specialists from different disciplines (such as Psychology, Sociology, Anthropology…
Ants, by Vicki Hudspith
Ants are not fond of margarine. Like us they prefer Butter. They do not have cholesterol problems Because as yet they do not own TVs. For centuries They have toiled in order that they might be able to Take a night off and watch the Northern Lights which Are their version of canned laughter. They…
Five of the best Deviate podcast episodes about writing craft (so far)
Some of my most popular Deviate podcast episodes have been about the craft of writing (and, often, travel writing specifically). This has dovetailed nicely with the creative writing classes I offer in Paris each summer — and I have, over the years, featured interviews with such Paris co-teachers as Major Jackson, Hala Alyan, and Elena…
A few notes on wiping your ass (from filmmaker Barry Sonnenfeld)
It is commonly known that travelers, when thrown together overseas for extended periods of time, will eventually start to obsess on the idiosyncrasies of their bowels (Tim Cahill has commented on this at length). And, in places where toilet paper seldom exists (such as Asia), there is much debate about just how sanitary it is…
5 thoughts on developing a better pedagogy for writing
1) Most schools employ outmoded models of learning We learn and teach in institutions that were designed to train citizens for the Industrial Age. From compulsory public schooling for K-12, to the birth of the research university, virtually all of the apparatus of “school” was designed to retrain farmers and artisans to the Industrial mode…
Brief thoughts upon reading a book of celebrity autographs from the 1930s
The celebrity autographs pictured here come from a souvenir book Kiki’s great aunt kept when she worked as a “Harvey Girl” on the Atchison Topeka and Santa Fe Railway in the 1930s. The Chicago-to-Los-Angeles luxury cars saw a lot of celebrities in the days before jet travel, and it was common practice for Harvey Girls…
“Jalopies I Cursed and Loved,” by John Steinbeck
(Originally published in Holiday Magazine, July 1954) Recently I drove from Garrison-on-Hudson to New York on a Sunday afternoon, one unit in a creeping parade of metal, miles and miles of shiny paint and chrome inching along bumper to bumper. There were no old rust heaps, no jalopies. Every so often we passed a car…
The Land of Beyond, by Robert W. Service
Have ever you heard of the Land of Beyond, That dreams at the gates of the day? Alluring it lies at the skirts of the skies, And ever so far away; Alluring it calls: O ye the yoke galls, And ye of the trail overfond, With saddle and pack, by paddle and track, Let’s go…