Theaters of Cruelty
An excerpt from "The Art of Cruelty: A Reckoning."
An excerpt from "The Art of Cruelty: A Reckoning."
I’m not equating him with Hitler, mind you, or Joe Smith or Jim Jones. I’m just trying to understand my own compulsion.
For all the talk of information overload, we are all of us a little behind on our reading.
Trying to pin down the definitive characteristics of “noir” is a tiresome game.
It is difficult for an author to respond to a review without sounding churlish.
Patricia Patterson is an accretive artist, invariably extending, but rarely leaving much behind.
The most satisfying literary conflicts allow all antagonists to be right, each in his own way.
Warren leaves us with several productively troubling conclusions.
I'm writing this because I just found out that my favorite bookseller in the world is dead.
On internet criticism, Wikipedia, and the waning of expertise.
Are we in danger, then, of a widespread, coordinated, animal revolt?
Like all pop stars of the stature she’s now attained, Beyoncé is less an expresser of herself than a mirror for our fantasies and fears.
The idea that Orwell rather than Huxley was the one to turn to if one wanted a fictional lens through which to see China went virtually unchallenged..
This was the canonical American art for which the claim "you had to be there" seemed strongest ...
The Potter voice: that mock-pedantic tone of winning modesty and warm condescension.
Word and line can marry enticingly in the art of tattoo.