The last time I visited Lake Powell was in February 2020, three weeks before the world stopped. I was in Page, Arizona, on a reporting trip, and had taken my laptop down to the lobby of my hotel to answer some emails. Soon enough, a chatty employee who was mopping the tile floor made his… Continue reading K Paoletter 26: Luddites On a Mission
Author: Kyle Paoletta
K Paoletter 25: Under Lock & Key
I’ve been thinking of starting a diary. Which, of course, is not the same as actually starting one. The inclination to journal was triggered by — what else — reading another writer’s journal, in this case The Folded Clock, by Heidi Julavits, one of my grad school professors and a mensch of the highest order.… Continue reading K Paoletter 25: Under Lock & Key
K Paoletter 24: Compact Crossover
A woman pulls up to an overlook in Northern New Mexico. She unloads a tent from her trunk and settles in for the evening, holding her camera ready to capture the sun as it sets behind the distant mesas. At some point during the night, she returns to the car from her tent to admire… Continue reading K Paoletter 24: Compact Crossover
K Paoletter 23: American Pestilence
There were twenty-four public massacres in the two years it took Seamus McGraw to write From a Taller Tower: The Rise of the American Mass Shooter. Not long after the book’s publication last month, a gunman opened fire on his former coworkers at a FedEx facility in Indianapolis. That shooting came on the heels of… Continue reading K Paoletter 23: American Pestilence
K Paoletter 22: in medias res
“I thought my ideas were so clear.” That’s Guido Anselmi, the stand-in for Federico Fellini in 8 ½, trying to explain his inability to take the movie that exists in his mind and articulate how to film it to his increasingly impatient production crew. “I thought I had something so simple to say. Something useful… Continue reading K Paoletter 22: in medias res
K Paoletter 21: Not So Fast
Despite its recency, my memories of 2010 are decidedly vague. I spent the first months of the year in the rambling house I lived in at Tufts, mostly in my crawlway of a room where I lay in bed watching hour after hour of cross-country skiing at the Vancouver Olympics, and then, some time later,… Continue reading K Paoletter 21: Not So Fast
K Paoletter 20: Driven to Distraction
The conceit of the Scottish artist Douglas Gordon’s 1993 film “24 Hour Psycho” is simple: the movie Psycho, slowed down to play at two frames per second, an arduous pace that stretches Hitchcock’s masterpiece out to fill an entire day. Point Omega—one of the set of compact, philosophical novels Don DeLillo has occupied himself with… Continue reading K Paoletter 20: Driven to Distraction
K Paoletter 19: Step Back
What are you willing to give up to end white supremacy? This, our nation’s most recent bout of reckoning with pervasive racial injustice, has blessedly already swept away all manner of noxious media figures, and forced many others to embrace a new level of accountability for how little they have done to ensure equity at… Continue reading K Paoletter 19: Step Back
K Paoletter 18: On Looking
Throughout the 1530s— a decade when plagues were a touch more commonplace than they are today, though no less dreadful— a German painter by the name of Hans Holbein was a regular presence at King Henry VIII’s court. You may not recognize the name, even if you’ve probably seen his portraits of the English luminaries… Continue reading K Paoletter 18: On Looking
K Paoletter 17: Climate Control
When, in the 1930s, Frank Lloyd Wright set his Arizona apprentices to clear some land for a permanent camp in the McDowell Mountains north of Scottsdale, they turned up a curious object. Stones were general in the hills, and some of them bore petroglyphic runes the students assumed had been left behind by the Hohokam,… Continue reading K Paoletter 17: Climate Control