This is a slim little book of essays by photographer Robert Adams. I’ve often thought that the best writing about art comes not from professional critics and academics but from true fans or people who actually practice the art form about which they’re writing. Adams’s book only supports that opinion. My favorite line: “[Photographers] may not make a living by photography, but they are alive by it.”
Jonathan Franzen’s interview cuts to the core of my rising distaste for technology “which provides endless distractions and encourages the endless pursuit of more goods…antithetical to the project of literature, which is to connect with that which is unchanging and unchangeable, the tragic dimension of life.”