Sebastien Theroux

Silence is scarce. In the last few years, there’ve been a slew of articles published entitled “The Praise of Silence.” Publications such as The Atlantic and The Huffington Post have all drawn similar conclusions. Each respective journalist wrote with the rhetoric of catastrophe. The Internet, they claim, has rendered tranquility and serenity obsolete. Good riddance, I say. Writer Ann Medlock, in one such article, quotes a character from the novel “The Lacuna,”Read more...

I recently got a notice shoved into my mail slot. I assume it was done smugly, by some man or woman wearing a snide, shit-eating grin. It read, “It has been brought to our attention that you are housing unauthorized livestock.” Livestock? Yes, livestock. I was informed that the “failure to relinquish aforementioned animal(s)” would result in my immediate eviction. I have 10 days to clear house.Read more...

Every June, July, and August, Charlottesville becomes a wasteland of blockheaded bumpkins. Trust me, I was here; I’m the most patriotic of all the rubes. Charlottesville became a commercial hub for the trafficking of hay, firearms, rebar, and Jesus. The humidity also sucked.Read more...

An English teacher (professor, if you want to be all douchey about it) of mine recently tried to teach me the difference between the words ‘‘lie’’ and ‘’lay.’’ Now I’ll admit up front, I wasn’t paying attention. But thanks to computers, I’ve gotten it down. Let me let Wikipedia break it down for you.Read more...