Because, like all great books on music, David Keenan is really writing about us, nudging us in the ribs, and saying Hey, do you remember…
It’s hard to write about the South. Harry Crews’s first novel took a tone somewhere between the Grand Guignol and the Grand Ole’ Opry.
In John Williams great work of Western Noir, the one-big-heist goes wrong and flawed men become most fully themselves in failure, like all of us
Gary Barwin is a writer of seemingly boundless energy and invention, and it does admittedly get a bit overwhelming at times.
David Rattray believed that poetry is a mystical language and the poet is a coyote smuggling us into the world of the spirit.
If you’ve felt that a large chunk of your society has gone insane-or YOU have-there’s much you might relate to in the short stories of Shirley Jackson.
I did want to talk a little about the book “Landis: The Story of a Real Man on 42nd Street ” by Preston Fassel, which just came out
Maugham’s story “The Razor’s Edge” is about a WWI pilot who heads East seeking spiritual peace resonates even with those of us who haven’t gone very far on the path to sainthood.
Two visions of pleasure travel from Laurence Sterne and Michel Houellebecq 230 years apart, offer two very different ideas of being-in-the-word.
On a recent trip to New York City, a David Wojnarowicz booklet from 1989, and the artist as explosive device.