Supreme Fiction

Habermas in the afternoon

My father-in-law to be has been staying with us for a week now, and the Professor is highly agitated. He doesn't quite know what to make of the lumbering giant in the living room. Thing is, Carl and Boskowitz overlapped at Pratt one semester in '71, when PB was taking a break from Columbia. They shared a minimalist architectural sensibility, and agreed NYC was on its last legs. Still, the Professor doubted Fort Greene's intellectual fertility, and headed back to the Heights, only to fight with Trilling and Ed Taylor over just about everything, including David Bowie and Habermas.

In this photo the Professor longs for a tranquil afternoon...

 

Headshot

John Casablancas, eat your heart out.

The Professor told me one night he and Camille Paglia were at Supper Club with Linda and Naomi in 1986. I think he wrote a monograph for Women's Studies Quarterly on Feminism and Supermodels.

Old Fools

Professor Boskowitz was channeling Philip Larkin again tonight.

Truly, though our element is time,/We are not suited to the long perspectives/Open at each instant of our lives./They link us to our losses: worse,/They show us what we have as it once was,/Blindingly undiminished, just as though/By acting differently we could have kept it so.