
Spectacular sunset -- and rainbow -- last night, as the storm clouds from the torrential downpour that drenched Madison moved off to the east. The Capitol was bathed in gold and framed by a spectacular rainbow.
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Notes on photography, books, art, politics and other miscellany. Here is currently Madison, Wisconsin

But even if the Democrats sharpen their attack, they are doomed to fall short if they don’t address the cancer in the American heart — joblessness. This requires stunning emergency action right now, August recess be damned. Instead we get the Treasury secretary, Timothy Geithner, offering the thin statistical gruel that job growth has returned “at an earlier stage of this recovery than in the last two recoveries.”What happened? In 1992, a Democrat famously ran against Bush unemployment with the slogan, "It's the economy, stupid!" A new era of prosperity ensued. Now another Democratic president has taken over the wreckage left by another Bush presidency, but instead of boldness, the Democrats offer at best a timid holding action against a renewed conservative uprising. Rich again:
If they can’t make the case to Americans like Alexandra Jarrin that they offer more hope for a job than a radical conservative movement poised to tear down what remains of the safety net, they deserve to lose.Voters are likely to agree.
Ms. Cash rarely has a negative word to say about anyone. That’s a quality that might make her a lovely person to spend time with (she’s worth finding on Twitter, where her posts are forthright and funny) but is cloying on the page. The snappiest line I could find in “Composed” mentions the record producer Jimmy Iovine, about whom she writes, “I did not find him to be the most gracious person in the world.”It's a pretty standard lit-world put-down of a writer who has achieved fame in another arena: The trouble with Rosanne Cash is that she's too literary.
The bad news about “Composed” is that its title fits too well. Ms. Cash, who is previously the author of “Bodies of Water,” a book of short stories, is a self-consciously literary storyteller. (Not for her the kind of memoir that’s stuffed with cheesy photo inserts.) Her calm book is short on rude humor and wit, and whatever narrative tension it manages to build mostly leaks away. “Where’s the MADNESS, Rose?” Ms. Cash was once asked, she says, by a friend who found one of her records too mannered. Her book, too, is short on sonic clutter and emotional reverb.For some reason, "Ms. Cash" was less than thrilled by the review.
Can't say I'm thrilled w/ NY Times review. Seems he reviewed the book I DIDN'T write. I'll stick with the WaPo review. http://nyti.ms/cKe0CkPulitzer Prize-winning Washington Post critic Jonathan Yardley's review does seem more thoughtful, and it also does a nice job of tying Cash's approach to writing for print to her roots as a songwriter. You can read it here. Don't know about you, but I'm reserving Composed at the library.



The problem used to be that some motorists would come speeding down the steep Edgewood Avenue hill and fly across the bridge without slowing much, endangering kids, adult pedestrians and bikers who all shared the narrow bike lane off to the left. It was a terrible accident waiting to happen, as demonstrated by the way speeders regularly took chunks out of the leading edge of the wall as they swung wide to the left. Racing down that roller coaster hill has always been a temptation for certain drivers, especially those with an excess of teenage testosterone (I know, because I was a Madison teenager once). The trouble was the old S-curve at the bottom. It was always easy to misjudge that second curve and swing out toward the pedestrian lane.