Brand

Written especially for Jack Mitchell: why the NDP’s name is its best asset.

I think Russell Brand is some sort of sexually inspired comic genius, and that My Booky Wook is a brilliantly written bit of navel-adoration. He was on NPR’s Fresh Air a few weeks ago, and it was replayed last night. It’s worth listening to the whole thing — the man tosses off epigrams and witticisms like no one’s business, and it is only after the torrent of words has gone by that you realise that what you thought was a half-conceived aside turns out to be a shard of devastating insight.

Here are the two best sentences I’ve read in years on personal identity through time:

Well, does it?