In Which I Read Mario Puzo’s The Godfather


Full disclosure: I have never seen any of The Godfather movies.

I own nearly all of Béla Tarr and Rainer Werner Fassbinder’s filmographies. . . but I have never seen any of The Godfather films, at least not in their entirety. This is a problem, a problem I have set out to solve. But like any good former English major, I have to read the book first, even if it proves to be 400+ pages of nothing but very creative ways to die before I can watch the three movies, each which are about three hours long of even more creative ways to die.

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Suffocation by a Clash of Civilizations over an Elevator


“,,,It’s marvelous to be able to free ourselves from the chains of identity which lead us to ruin. Who am I? Who are you? Who are they? These are pointless and stupid questions” (110).

According to the July 28th article in the New York Times by Celestine Bohlen entitled “Italy’s Influx of Immigrants is a Domestic Problem Too”, 83,000 immigrants have come to the shores of Italy in 2015 alone, many of them arriving from Northern Africa and the Middle East.

I don’t know what state the country of Italy compares to in size, but I can’t imagine it’s larger than one of those landlocked states I’ve never been to like Illinois or Indiana. That is an absolutely staggering number for such a small country, and with the sudden influx of different cultures and the shortage of jobs, housing, and food as highlighted in the article, it’s not difficult to why Italy is having an identity crisis.

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The Adventures of a Total Asshat: Pinocchio, the Boy From Hell


By their second day on this earth, most people come to the realization that boys are absolutely dreadful.

Sure, they can mature and develop into sweet, brilliant, well-behaved things, but they certainly don’t come out of the box that way.

Now, in all fairness, girls are not much better, and I am especially wary of girls born in this decade: so much more catiness and attitude than when I was young (I feel like my parents now, “When I was your age…”). And boys might have attitude, but we can all agree they’re louder and things have more of a tendency to be broken near them.

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