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Welcome again to The Each day’s Sunday tradition version, by which one Atlantic author reveals what’s maintaining them entertained. At this time’s particular visitor is the workers author and writer Mark Leibovich. Mark has lately written about the long-shot presidential candidate who has the White Home anxious, and how Moneyball broke baseball.
First, listed below are three Sunday reads from The Atlantic:
The Tradition Survey: Mark Leibovich
Mark wrote somewhat introductory notice for our e-newsletter readers, so I’ll connect that right here earlier than we get to his culture-survey responses:
Okay, I’ll admit to only rereading a bunch of those latest tradition surveys and marveling at how well-read, well-watched, and well-listened a few of my Atlantic colleagues are. Intimidating! They set such a excessive and thought of bar. Now enable me to decrease it.
As compared, my tastes are a hodgepodge of high-low delights that I choose up from random movies, TV exhibits, or social-media feeds, which then lead me down numerous different rabbit holes. In different phrases, my tastes are typically a meandering mess, relying on my moods, whereabouts, chemical intakes, endorphin bursts, and normal exposures (or possibly I simply flatter myself, and a few algo-god is studying this from a Menlo Park lair, laughing like hell).
Right here’s an instance from an hour in the past: I used to be driving my daughter to high school, hopped up on espressos and flipping round on SiriusXM. Fortunately, Franny (my daughter) shares my quickness to punch the presets, my want for higher choices always, and my jumpy consideration span (shorter model: ADHD). I occurred to land on the ’80s-on-8 station and someway discovered myself hooked on a canopy of Bruce Springsteen’s “Pink Cadillac” by Natalie Cole (!). Who knew that existed? I didn’t till this morning, and wouldn’t you recognize it, the track caught to my predilection lobes like bubble gum. Then, for some cause, the DJ—the previous MTV VJ Mark Goodman—felt the necessity to come on and trash Natalie’s effort. Completely bogus, dude. And flawed.
This additionally jogged my memory that I as soon as had tea with Nat King Cole’s widow, Maria, someday within the ’90s, on the Ritz Carlton in Boston, the place she occurred to be dwelling. Pretty lady, since departed. I’ve a cool story about Mrs. Cole too, which I began to inform Franny, however she was by then deep into her cellphone.
Anyway …
The upcoming occasion I’m most wanting ahead to: I’m scripting this on the primary weekend of the NFL season. There’s a cause many of the top-rated tv exhibits each single 12 months are NFL video games. America’s most profitable sports activities league is such a juggernaut, and I’m positively a part of the issue. Why drawback? As a result of, amongst different issues, soccer is morally precarious, causes incalculable harm to its gamers’ our bodies and brains, and is run and owned by a few of the worst individuals on the planet, practically all of them billionaires.
Even so, I’ll positively tune in to a bunch of video games this weekend, with beneficiant bowls of Dealer Joe’s kettle corn and reheated leftover pad thai on my lap. Which is a superb segue into …
A favourite story I’ve learn lately in The Atlantic: One of many groups that kicked off the season Thursday night time, the younger and promising Detroit Lions, is the topic of a nice romp by the long-suffering, lionhearted Tim Alberta. The story is filled with poignancy, hitting many ranges and themes: futility and resilience, legacies and character, fathers and sons. Additionally, religion rewarded: Lions 21–Chiefs 20. [Related: The thrill of defeat]
I’m going to cheat and counsel one other article from The Atlantic, though I learn an early model and it isn’t but on-line: subsequent month’s cowl story, by my desk-neighbor and pal Jenisha Watts. I’ve really by no means learn a narrative like this in my life, ever, and may’t even start to explain the marvel of its triumph, or the triumph that’s Jenisha, whom I’m so proud to know.
The tv present that I’m most having fun with proper now: Daisy Jones and the Six (on Amazon Prime Video). A complete pleasure. L.A. within the ’70s, street journeys, and “you remorse me, and I remorse you” (that’s a lyric). Talking of which …
Finest work of nonfiction I’ve learn lately: The Daisy Jones title lower is “Dancing Barefoot,” by Patti Smith, which led me to Smith’s memoir, Simply Youngsters, which I bought at my favourite native impartial bookstore, Politics and Prose, as a result of screw Amazon, though it gave us Daisy Jones. (Like soccer, it’s sophisticated. Or possibly not.)
Apart: Riley Keough, for those who or your reps are studying this, I need to interview you. MLeibovich@TheAtlantic.com.
An writer I’ll learn something by: Christopher Buckley. The maestro’s been on my thoughts currently as a result of I simply completed Make Russia Nice Once more, an completely hilarious Trump-era novel. And sure, there truly is a “Trump-era novel” style (one other pearl being The Captain and the Glory, by Dave Eggers).
I’ll additionally point out that Buckley as soon as reviewed one in every of my books, and it was just about the spotlight of my life—and rattling proper I’m linking to it.
One thing I lately rewatched, reread, or in any other case revisited: The Worst Individual within the World and Licorice Pizza. These had been two of the few films I’ve seen in theaters since (or throughout) the pandemic, each of which I rewatched on an extended flight this summer season. Every received into my bones, in their very own wanderlusting, generationally explicit approach. The Norwegian movie Worst Individual is best than something the Oslo Chamber of Commerce might ever have spawned (salmonlike!). It additionally led me to Todd Rundgren’s wonderful track “Therapeutic,” which has been feeding my coronary heart ever since.
As for Licorice (once more, L.A. within the ’70s), the movie blissfully reacquainted me with a long-lost good friend of a track, “Let Me Roll It,” by Paul McCartney and Wings. We’ve stored in contact since through Spotify, often whereas I’m on my stationary bike, which I attempt to trip daily in an try to mitigate the varied erosions of being in my 50s. Talking of ageing and life cycles and the transience of all of it … [Related: Licorice Pizza is a tragicomic tale of 1970s Hollywood.]
A poem, or line of poetry, that I return to: “Nothing Gold Can Keep,” by Robert Frost. The title can also be the final line of the poem, and is now the final entry on this scavenging of serendipity. Could the golden knowledge of those phrases keep, eternally.
The Week Forward
- A Haunting in Venice, Kenneth Branagh’s supernatural thriller movie (in choose theaters Friday)
- The Vaster Wilds, a brand new novel by Lauren Groff (out Tuesday)
- How I Received a Nobel Prize, a novel by Julius Taranto (out Tuesday)
Essay
The Album That Made Me a Music Critic
By Spencer Kornhaber
Smash Mouth has lengthy been, as its guitarist, Greg Camp, as soon as stated, “a band that you may make enjoyable of.” The pop-rock group’s signature hit, 1999’s “All Star,” combines the sounds of DJ scratches, glockenspiel, and a white dude rapping that he “ain’t the sharpest instrument within the shed.” Fashionwise, the band tended to decorate for a cool night time on the bowling alley. And over practically three many years, Smash Mouth has remained well-known partly due to the flatulent cartoon ogre Shrek.
However the affection Smash Mouth instructions is severe—the results of music so concurrently pleasing and odd that it might rewire a younger listener’s mind. In reality, the unhappy information of the demise of unique entrance man Steve Harwell at age 56 has me questioning if the band’s 1999 album, Astro Lounge, is the rationale I’m a music critic. Most individuals can level to songs that hit them in early adolescence, when their ears had been impressionable however their curiosity in different individuals’s judgment was nonetheless, blessedly, undeveloped. Smash Mouth’s second album, the one with “All Star,” got here out after I was 11. Each goofy organ melody remains to be engraved in my thoughts, and as we speak, the album holds up as an ingeniously crafted pleasure capsule.
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Isabel Fattal contributed to this text.
