Yes, he has a name: Nicholas Hoult. But how many of us learned about him via the persistent stream of Jennifer Lawrence media coverage? In any case, Gothamist reports that Hoult has been cast as Catcher in the Rye author J.D. Salinger in the upcoming—and oh so cleverly named—biopic, Rebel in the Rye.
A reminder: while Franny and Zooey is now considered quite the classic, it wasn't always looked at that way, and one Joan Didion was part of the horde of critics and writers who didn't take to it immediately.
You can tell a lot about a man by his balls. If a man has two healthy balls, he's all robust and manly and world-take-over-y. If he has only one, he is a half-man, like the half man on Two and a Half Men. But rather than star on the world's shittiest television show, one famous one balled half man opted to withdraw…
Fuck 2010. This year fucking sucked.Fuck the February Snomageddon and fuck the December Snopocalypse. Fuck people being shocked about a fucking killer whale fucking killing someone at Sea World. Fuck the earthquake in Chile, fuck the mine exploding in West Virginia, fuck the fucking TSA getting all up in…
- And now for the Worst Headline Of The Day: "The lazy husband myth: forget feminist moans, men do more than their fair share around the house," brought to you from - where else? - the Daily Fail.
Okay, I get that there's gonna be a Salinger backlash, and Mikki Halpin's indignation with the uncritical reverence that's come out since the author's death is understandable. However, let's leave Polanski out of this, shall we?
Last night, like probably half the reading world, I re-read Catcher in the Rye. It was my old school edition, the burgundy paperback with yellow writing we all had, filled with earnest 12-year-old annotations: