Adam Selzer

@adamchicago.bsky.social

historian, author, and tour guide. I talk about Bob Dylan, Chicago stuff, old time true crime, and cemetery stories. There's a canon Star Wars character named after me. He/him. Linktr.ee/adamchicago

Now and then I do get some very convincing emails from authors or other book industry people. Once I had a couple weeks of friendly chat before the cracks showed. I've learned to ask if they can email me from their work account instead of an aol/gmail account. Here's the latest response:

Email from a Pan Macmillan "editor" explaining that they have to use AOL mail due to IT migration.

Jean Shepherd was in Chicago. Studs Terkel interviewed him on 3 successive days. Shep wanted to show off how he had surpassed the master, but Studs was unsurpassable, got Shep to reveal, maybe to himself, that every time he got in front of a microphone he felt as though he had never seen one before.

I’m not that big a Nolan fan, but I love to see this. When I was doing fiction it seemed like every review was either pointing out which “rules for writers” people failed to follow, or gleefully crowing about spotting a trope, like that meant anything.

A pic of Nolan saying a problem with modern film criticism is the belief that recognizing a storytelling trope or narrative device means the film has failed.

I don’t think most of the planned data centers will be built. Those that do won’t make money. I’ve been investing based on that concept lately and doing pretty well. The AI hype is turning around. (The “you’re evil if you use an AI spell checker” people are NOT helping).

Spent some time with a civil war surgeon’s bound field notes, full of photos. Fascinating stuff. The surgeon, who also wrote a fantastic gold rush memoir, is in the upcoming Vol 2 of my Graceland Cemetery book, out soon!

An open book with handwriting on one page and a photo of a man with an amputated leg on the other. Beneath you can see Adam’s linen pants with the drawstring all akimbo.

After hearing so much bullshit about how you shouldn’t mention any pop culture in writing, lest you be “dated in five years,” I admire the fuck out of Charlie Xcx putting out “spring summer 26” when we’re most of the way through it already. Delightful nerve.

Blimp over the loop; probably heading for the old Medinah Athletic Building (or one of the others rumored to have planned for zeppelin landings) (Mostly urban legends I’ll bet every board of directors had that one guy who wouldn’t shut up about blimps).

A blimp over Chicago

*standing up on a plane* I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by Grimace Starving, hysterical, purple, he dragged himself to town from McDonaldland like a thief who’d come to steal the dawn. Looking like a bloated Zorro in the hat and mask he’d begged borrowed stolen from the Hamburglar,

A lot of Bob Dylan’s letters from one dead person to another are basically letters from Bob to or to Bob, thinly disguised. Today’s letter from Chopin to Frank Costello reads like the advice he declined to give Trump in that NYT article when he turned 80.

“Do not summon me again to declare your dinners…. When your name is dust sealed in a ledger, my weakest prelude will command more loyalty than your strongest lieutenant.”

Why didn’t they change their name to the Dick See Chicks? It’d probably really piss off people who are into “Dixie” crap. “Look away” is right. Damn this bartender pours stiff drinks.

So, uh, when Apple Pay flags your transaction as suspicious, they really say stuff like “you have one opportunity to make your case” and “the court is not patient,” right? Should I hold out until they tell me I’m bantha pudu just to make sure?

Scam texts

Reading a fascinating letter home from a tourist in Jerusalem, 1895: "A wealth...of religious zeal and intolerant fantacism, of 19th century progress and old world picturesqueness, as well as the entire absence of that virtue which is next to godliness is probably nowhere so exemplified as here."

Letterhead showing a drawing of Jerusalem, dated Mar 16, 1895, from socialite Ida Noyes to her husband (she mostly traveled alone, it seems, but is very affectionate towards him in her many letters).  University of Chicago special collections.