It’s official: I have a master’s in psychology. You can call me Master Mark if that will make you feel more comfortable.
Of all the court cases the press has pored over recently, none has fascinated me more than that of John Welden, who recently started a 14-year prison sentence for drugging his girlfriend into a miscarriage.
In this corner: “Baby Beluga,” a gentle, playful, fun-loving romp through a childlike ocean by the singer Raffi. In that corner: “Frankie Teardrop,” ten minutes of screams and drones by Suicide.
In previous book-review columns, my inspiration has been great books by great writers, wonderful ideas by people I respect: Céline, J. G. Ballard, Phillip Wylie. There are more.