There's a lot going on this week, too much spend our time together on bon mots and anecdotes culled from the memoirs of Dominick Dunne.
Hey, Hey, Goodbye
An elegy for the College of Santa Fe
Something that struck me the first time I read Romeo and Juliet was the thought that, well hell, now that the kids are dead, both of these families are going to have to find some way to get them back, to return to that healthy, portentous place where the future looks fruitful. It was arrogant to think that it couldn’t get to that point; that the kids would always be around.
Put on the Red Light
Red Light Women of the Rocky Mountains
It's difficult to deny the appeal of a history book that talks about our fair city in a sentence like this: "The floosies and flossies of Albuquerque were in essence accepted as part of society." And who would want to? Jan MacKell's Red Light Women of the Rocky Mountains goes where few historians have dared, and her look behind the brothel doors provides an titillating alternative history.