Three volumes. Sixty-nine songs about love. One of them is called The Death of Ferdinand de Saussure. I've recommended this to seven people. Two of them liked it. I consider this a success rate.

Two episodes on a woman Hollywood chewed up and the FBI finished off. I listened walking home from a screening of Breathless and stopped on the corner of Houston and Varick for a minute.

A narrator who barely appears in her own novel. Everyone else's life refracts through her silence. I listened on the Amtrak to Philadelphia for Christmas and arrived not ready to speak to anyone.

Nick Cave wrote this after breaking up with PJ Harvey. I know this because I looked it up at 2am while eating pasta out of the pot. Track four made me set down the fork.