Trump is the master of the image. I know—I’m not the only one to point it out. LA Review of Books’ Gideon Jacobs did it before, whose perfectly titled essay “Trump l’Oeil” grabbed me, up until he used the word “ontology” in an essay about Donald Trump. But at this point, isn’t it a cliché … Continue reading
Uh…shhhh…hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams readers! Are you as hungover as we are? Are you dry-heaving into those empty present boxes still littered below the Christmas tree from all the gallons of egg nog on Christmas Day and the Day after Christmas Day Holiday? Who isn’t?! Everyone knows what Christmas is about–no, not the birth … Continue reading