The Witty One

By Jack Canfora John Lennon was 40 when he was killed; that murder took place 40 years ago today. I spent most of my teenage years trying to be John Lennon; eventually I realized that position was permanently filled. The whole band (you know who I’m talking about, right?) grabbed my imagination and still hasn’t... Continue Reading →

A Very Hallmark Christmas Great Gatsby

By Jack Canfora Everything changes at the holidays, even seminal works of literature. (Gatsby in his mansion, alone, disconsolate.) Gatsby: Daisy chose Tom over me. It can’t be. It can’t. (The phone rings. Picks it up.) Daisy?Gatsby’s Wise Yet Hitherto Unmentioned Uncle: Well, it’s been a long time since anyone’s called me Daisy. No, it’s... Continue Reading →

Shakespeare Was Wrong

By Jack Canfora "The quality of mercy," wrote The Bard in his anti-Semitic romantic romp, The Merchant of Venice, "is not strained." However, in my experience, the quality of mercy is often very strained indeed. Strained past to the point I think that, despite intense physical therapy, it may be out for the season. I... Continue Reading →

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