New York: day 338

I cannot recommend enough this 2007 Vanity Fair article regarding the genesis of Rufus Wainwright — stay with me.

Not only is it packed with details about Rufus’s drug binges (“He sat on the toilet for four hours before crouching in the corner, wearing a red Miu Miu peacoat”), it paints his dad, the folk singer Loudon, as a illustrious candidate for a place on the list of the Worst Semi-Notable People Ever.

Here’s Loudon, talking about art:

Now we’ve stumbled onto the big, important question: Is it necessary to feel like shit in order to be creative? I’d say the answer is yes—unless you’re J. S. Bach.

And talking about parenting while doing art:

‘You know, Pounie,’”—Pounie is Martha [Wainwright's] family nickname—”‘I think I had to do it this way. I think I had to let you guys go in order to be Loudon Wainwright, and I’m sorry, but I think I had to do it that way.’”

And his feelings on love:

When Loudon wrote his first song about [his ex-wife] Kate, it was not some sappy declaration of love everlasting, but something murkier, perhaps tinged with envy, called “Saw Your Name in the Paper.”

In conclusion, make your own conclusion! What do I know about parenting? See you in the comments section.

**Addendum, 8/11** All above said, Attempted Mustache is one of the most brilliant album titles in the history of album titles.

New York: day 322

I recently read two books. One was War by Sebastian Junger, the other The Diana Chronicles by Tina Brown. I am pleased to announce that both were supreme works of art and non-fiction, each in their own unique way. I will now review each in three sentences.

-War: This book is probably the best book on Afghan that I’ve read (and I’ve read more than 1/3 of them). In terms of Afraq works, though, it is incredibly moving and resolute; it exists in a solid, informative place between The Forever War (dreamy (nightmarey?), yet perhaps too impressionistic) and I Lost My Love In Baghdad (amazing details but somewhat disturbingly of an overshare. See: McChrystalgate.) Also, better than its movie, though that is good as well.

-Diana: A triumph dressed in royal purple. Truly something to admire in all respects: reportage, scope, elegance, dish. As my confidante H says: “Isn’t it all juice? For the most covered woman in the world, it’s all new! 10 yrs later — it’s practically impossible.” And yet.