All is chaos—usually the monthly digest would go out today—but instead you have this and the June digest goes out in July. All the clocks are broken, as Auden said I think, about death but also he would have said it about my normal schedule.
I woke up the other day to an email from an editor at the Guardian asking if I wanted to write about Taylor Swift’s wedding. My initial response was “hell no,” because I don’t write about Taylor’s real life. But then I had some coffee and opened the email and read it past the subject line and discovered what the editor wanted was something about the way Taylor has depicted love and marriage over the years. That’s my line, so I was thrilled to be asked and very happy to write the piece. Here it is:
Swift’s narrators and heroines, faced with story-ending domesticity, inevitably run, even if they don’t really know why. “Sometimes you just don’t know the answer ’til someone’s on his knees and asks you,” broods the narrator of her 2020 track Champagne Pr…
