Always quick with a well-considered word of wisdom, the Canadian author and playwright Robertson Davies had an illuminating and encouraging comment for me after my last entry, even though he’s been gone, lo, these many years (Internet access in the Afterlife?): … (read more)
I mentioned my affinity for the Canadian man of letters Robertson Davies in an earlier journal entry. He is, in my view, a great artist for many reasons, but perhaps most significantly so because he speaks what I believe, even when I have not yet put words to those beliefs myself. … (read more)

In Conversations with Robertson Davies, the Canadian author refers to a novella by Mark Twain, The Mysterious Stranger
, as one of the American author’s most cynical works. Naturally, being a great fan of Davies, Twain, and cynicism, I was compelled to read it. … (read more)
L.A.’s the kind of city where, when I’m wearing my I HATE L.A. shirt, people walk up to me and say, “Hey, I like your shirt.” That L.A. is the kind of city that compels me to invest the time and money to design and print my own I HATE L.A. shirt says just about everything … (read more)



