Roberto Abraham Scaruffi

Sunday 15 February 2015


Sunday reading on nybooks.com: Vaccines and risk, football’s horror and glory, Miranda July, and Norway’s extremists. Plus American Sniper, Lincoln’s writings, and a Brooklyn story.

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Jerome Groopman
The freedom to exempt oneself from vaccination negates a responsibility not only to society, but to one’s own children who do not have the agency to decide for themselves.
 
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Nathaniel Rich
The question is not why the NFL can’t be safer. It’s why we—why Americans, since football is primarily a national obsession—crave its brand of violence.
 
Lorrie Moore
And so one welcomes the multitalented Miranda July to the land of novel-writing. She is difficult to categorize.
 
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Hugh Eakin
With the Breivik massacre has come the ominous knowledge that it takes only one jihadist—or counter-jihadist—to change everything, and that right-wing anti-immigration politics and jihadism are mutually reinforcing.
 
J. Hoberman
For all its patriotic rhetoric, American Sniperis not a moral lesson but a tragedy.
 
Ted Widmer
It is clear that writing was a form of self-therapy for Lincoln. Before he could save the nation, he needed to find the right words, to save himself.
 
Luc Sante
One night in the 1980s, a low period for me, as I slumped on my regular stool at Farrell’s, in Brooklyn, staring into my fourth or fifth of their enormous beers, the gentleman to my left struck up a conversation. Like nearly everyone in the bar but me, he was a cop, a retired cop to be exact, and unlike most of them he looked like a churchwarden, lean and grave and puckered, definitely on the farther shore of eighty. He had much to say.