Amber Sparks

Nov 1, 2024 | brightwalldarkroom.com | Amber Sparks

An aerial tracking shot, flying the audience impossibly over a dreamy nighttime New York City, shows us a fantasy. We see the tall, imposing tower of Hudsucker Industries ahead, crowned with an impressive geometric-looking clock—setting the art deco-inspired palate of The Hudsucker Proxy. As we soar closer, we see Hudsucker Industries’ motto etched on the building’s facade: “The future is now.” We’re not in our future, though; this is New Year’s Eve, 1958.

Sep 25, 2024 | romper.com | Amber Sparks

My daughter is making me learn about plants. By that I mean she will literally stop in the middle of a walk, hand me my phone, and ask me to look up the name of a plant she’s not familiar with. And I have learned so much! I finally know what rhododendrons are, I have a favorite rose (the Mme. Paule Massad), I know that it is (too) easy to grow lettuce, and that sunflowers can hit heights of up to 14 feet.

Sep 25, 2024 | flipboard.com | Amber Sparks

2 hours ago"We've installed this in every house we've lived in, and it's very low maintenance." Recently, homeowners of the BuzzFeed Community shared the home renovations, projects, and purchases that, although on the pricier side, were 100% worth the money. I'm not a homeowner, but after reading some of …

Jan 30, 2024 | brooklynrail.org | Amber Sparks

Anne CarsonWrong Norma(New Directions, 2024) It’s almost a punchline at this point: every writer is a little in love with and a little afraid of Anne Carson. Perhaps less with Carson herself (who is famously private, and allergic to the spotlight) and more with what she gets away with: living an unquestioned life of the mind on the page.

Jan 5, 2024 | matchbooklitmag.com | Amber Sparks

It ends with a text, friend to friend: “I’m out.” But it doesn’t end, because the other is not.  They are best friends since their late twenties, both new to the city in the same year, the same sodden winter month. They meet cute, stalking out the same spot at the dingy corner coffee shop to plug in a laptop. They both cling to the tail end of journalism, that ugly, scaly thing shrieking for clicks and shares, even then.