Harold Bloom and his Soothing Idiosyncrasies
Art Bradley A. Evans Art Bradley A. Evans

Harold Bloom and his Soothing Idiosyncrasies

295 Words. 1 Minute Read.

Absorbing the idiosyncratic tone of his voice feels like a cashmere blanket draped over your temporal lobes. His prose warms your innards like crackling hickory logs, and before you know it, the anxieties of life wilt away.

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Discovering Tribeca
Travel Bradley A. Evans Travel Bradley A. Evans

Discovering Tribeca

1,046 Words. 4 Minute Read

I walked past DeNiro’s Tribeca Grill and started to take in the peculiarities of the pre-Civil War buildings. I strolled up and down wide cobblestone streets flanked by ancient loading docks and warehouses with faded block letters from the companies that once occupied them. Despite the transformation of mercantile factories into galleries and the most expensive real estate in the city, there’s a comforting authenticity to it all, as if nothing will ever change, including rickety awnings and peeling paint on nineteenth-century handrails.

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Museum Hopping in LA
Art, Travel Bradley A. Evans Art, Travel Bradley A. Evans

Museum Hopping in LA

1,460 Words. Six Minute Read.

And then it happens—the escalator delivers you into the light! Gone is the infernal darkness as you step into a madhouse of ethereal beauty and gargantuan works of art, like Mark Bradford’s Deep Blue, which is fifty feet long and twelve feet tall, and Jeff Koons’s seventeen-foot-long metallic Tulips. At this point, you’ve been in the museum for all of two seconds. It’s positively overwhelming.

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The Short Story
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The Short Story

455 Words. 2 Minute Read.

A cleverly penned short story and a beautifully written poem possess a mysterious alchemical element in that they can transmute so much into so little without sacrificing the essence.

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Breakfast at Tiffany’s (in 100 words)
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Breakfast at Tiffany’s (in 100 words)

100 Words. <1 Minute Read.

Capote’s prose is delightful, imaginative, and intuitively engaging. I found myself anticipating every sentence with childish impatience, partly because there isn’t a superfluous word.

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