Sunday Matinee: Maira Kalman

What kind of flowers do you think these are? Ranunculus?

Ranunculus are my favorites. These Maira Kalman spreads in the Times make me want to write naively. There's this odd phenomenon of grown people who write in this faux-ingenue voice, it's common among poets, maybe bloggers. Like "What is this world, I'm a stranger here, everything is so foreign and beautiful and sad so I'll describe it like a precocious child would and then I'll get a gold star."

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