"Above all, love. Scrape out the bottom of your soul and love for all you’re worth. And when you find her, risk everything. Die a thousand deaths to get her. Don’t look back. When you grow older, older than I will ever be, blow on the embers of that first heroic choice. You’ll be warmed, sustained. Someday you’ll have a son. Remember he’s your greatest gift. Tell him these things. Make a man of him. Love him. Don’t live to get money. Have a few things. Make them good things. Take care of them. Learn how they work. There’s beauty in the smell of good machines, old leather. When you walk, alone, in the autumn down roads at night with trees tossing in the sunset, know that I would give everything to walk with you and tell you their names. But I am there in the light through the branches. And I’m loving you, where I see you."
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I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn’t already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race-that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.
Irene Hiemstra by Anthony Maule for V #86, Fall 2013
Lou was a prince and a fighter and I know his songs of the pain and beauty in the world will fill many people with the incredible joy he felt for life. Long live the beauty that comes down and through and onto all of us.
Women are not only subject to a constant and exhausting and sometimes humiliating scrutiny—they are also belittled for caring about their beauty, mocked for seeking to enhance or to hold onto their good looks, while men are just, well, being men.
By Adelle Waldman for the New Yorker