There are certain things you should do every day: eat, brush your teeth, vow to obliterate fascism whenever and wherever it may arise. Sometimes that means you won’t have time to read The Paris Review Daily—it’s just too daily. Why not try The Paris Review Daily Weekly? Same daily content, but at a leisurely weekly pace.
This week on the Daily, Adam Shatz listens to Free Palestine, a suite of compositions for the oud that gives the lie to an old but powerful idea that Western and Arabic music can never be in dialogue; Albert Mobilio dives into that robust, rarefied form, the artist’s book; Peter Wortsman feels some mixed emotions in Vienna, where, eighty years ago, his parents fled the German army; and Philippa Snow ruminates on the thin line between mothers and monsters.
We also listened to a bunch of Allman Brothers tunes with our mailman. And we remembered the good old days, when teens could time travel in Porta-Potties.
As always, thanks for reading, and see you next week.
—Dan Piepenbring, Web Editor