July 10, 2012
by Bill Morris
They try to form a band, they do drugs, they light themselves on fire, they fall off roofs. It’s all so New Jersey.
July 3, 2012
I should confess that I’m not a habitual attendee of historic re-enactment events. I’d only wedged myself into the crowd behind Independence Hall that day because Domestic Manners of the Americans had gotten into my head.
June 29, 2012
The High Line is the distressed skinny jeans of public parks, the gourmet taco truck of urban tourist attractions.
June 26, 2012
by Bill Morris
We need to talk about Harley Earl. And about how he changed my life and the lives of millions of Americans who have never heard his name.
June 20, 2012
There are two types of people: owls and larks. I’ve always wanted to be an owl myself. To say “I just spent the day writing” makes it sound like a mind numbing nine-to-five job. But to say “I spent the night writing” elevates the activity to something compelling and secret.
June 19, 2012
by Sonya Chung
There are days when it seems to me that what it is to be a fucking human being is to be lonely; to be in this state of deep sadness and estrangement, and to know that there is something terribly wrong about this loneliness on the one hand, and on the other (in knowing the wrongness utterly), something also potentially beautiful.
June 14, 2012
by Kaya Genc
Vargas Llosa leaves the question, which kept many Conrad and Casement biographers busy, unanswered. Being both outsiders of the British establishment, how could these two men have differed so dramatically at the time of Casement’s trial in 1916?
June 13, 2012
The best thing about interviewing yourself is that there are no “gotcha” questions. The second-best thing is that you can be certain the interviewer read the book.
June 7, 2012
Hounded by debt collectors, pressured by printer’s fees, fearful that the Arts Council would come through on its threats to pull their funding, Hamilton was ever under intense strain. “He was the only person I knew who was sued by his own solicitor,” Christopher Hitchens recalled.
June 5, 2012
Suddenly, a Knock on the Door encapsulates the tenor of much of the best of Keret’s short fiction: The striving to chronicle the human situation, to get beyond the partisan politics, anger, and fear of the contemporary Middle East even while struggling (knowingly struggling) within those constraints.