Cosmo Landesman

I meant to experience Beauty. Wonder. Awe and all that jouissance jazz. Instead I’m thinking: help!

London literary life in the late 1970s to the late 1980s looks from today like a lost golden age

I could treat the whole thing with bemused Tom Wolfe snarkiness — or keep an open mind and get with the program

I never discuss my sex life or the state of my prostate with anyone under sixty

Ours is an age that prefers the battle of ideas and opinions rather than pleasure of discovering the mysteries of another person