Some important backstory: I regard butter, and all dairy, really, with an almost scholarly enthusiasm. It's what inspired me to get my first cheese mongering certification (I'm now studying for my second!) and the reason why I've polled experts for their own tips on how to buy better butter and the best way to store it. For that reason, I tend to get served up recommended advertisements that pertain to my searches, such as a pair of earrings that look like dangling hunks of roquefort and so many butter dishes.
A few weeks back, I saw an online ad for a butter warmer, a tiny enamel pot that would be perfect for melting down a few knobs of butter.
Hope, when held past the point of reason, is liable to transform into a certain kind of absurdity. Over the course of The Healing Circle — the latest novel from writer, artist, and curator Coco Picard — a woman and her loved ones walk the narrow line between hope and delusion as she battles cancer.
Near the end of the book, Milch exhorts us to keep going. "Let me say from my heart: Don't give up on mass culture. Contribute to it. Break your heart in trying to make it better. Our species is in the fight for its life and nobody says the decision is going to go in one way or another. Put your bodies and your spirits up."
That's the big game David Milch was after in his writing: finding the universal in the specific, the imaginative in the fanciful and the writer at the farthest reaches. And, as in his life, Milch often failed in his writing. But in that failure, David Milch is, in many ways, at his most beautiful.
Another day of heat-
strangers continue to wobble