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“It’s no accident that my first novel was called ‘Americana'”*…


Appleton, Wisconsin

Award-winning photographer Carl Corey has spent years roaming and documenting his native Midwest.  The results are a fascinating collection of shots that simultaneously celebrate and interrogate nostalgia for small town life…

Northern Kentucky

Hudson, Wisconsin

See more at “Americana” on Corey’s site, and keep up with the additions on Corey’s “photo column” on Medium.

* Don DeLillo


As we hit the road, we might spare a thought for Henry Charles Bukowski; he died on this date in 1994.  The “laureate of American lowlife,” Bukowski discovered his muse as a young teen, when a friend introduced him to drinking (as recounted in Ham on Rye).  “This [alcohol] is going to help me for a very long time”, he later wrote, describing the genesis of what was chronic alcoholism– or, as he saw it, the genesis of a method for making his way through life as a writer.

Van Gogh writing his brother for paints
Hemingway testing his shotgun
Celine going broke as a doctor of medicine
the impossibility of being human

– “Beasts Bounding Through Time”

In the end, Bukowski wrote thousands of poems, hundreds of short stories, and six novels, eventually publishing over sixty books. As Adam Kirsch of The New Yorker observed, “the secret of Bukowski’s appeal… [is that] he combines the confessional poet’s promise of intimacy with the larger-than-life aplomb of a pulp-fiction hero.”


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March 9, 2016 at 1:01 am