Boilerplate New York nostalgia chokes the latest issue of Harper’s.
Jim Starlin's original idiosyncratic vision that's been blanded into a multi-billion dollar cash cow.
Michiko Kakutani’s The Death of Truth takes a long view.
America’s grittiest detective investigates a ho-ho-homicide.
Why people turn to the virtual world.
RQ wants to end suffering but no one will let him fill out an application.
Riding the trams.
It’s a gorgeous film. A-
The Producers is overly optimistic.
You can eat steak and tofu.
Feelings-driven politics makes no sense.
The first in a series about the films of actress Teresa Wright (1918-2005).
Toxic masculinity or not, he had a unique kind of guts.
Paleocon Diary (#124).
Male slaves now allowed in America.
Nobody's winning except the liars and cheaters.
Why The Atlantic loves Jesse Singal.
When summer becomes dangerous.
The untrue story of America’s greatest athlete.
Won’t You Be My Neighbor?
Me and the boys.
American taxpayers are indirectly responsible for the migrant crisis.
We’re capable of developing institutions and structures that help us suppress our tribal impulses.
Meanwhile, both Clintons should shut up.
Bowling like slap-happy amateurs.
Any discussion of cut up noise in the United States that does not include Andrea Pensado is a conversation that is seriously missing the point.
Baby Boomer guilt, especially among the wealthy, doesn’t wash.
A new album from the Saint Augustine, FL musician.
I’ve never seen a Star Wars movie. So what?
A new solo album of paranoid pastoral and radar rock.
Bulletin: money changes everything in sports.
From Universal Precautions (out June 5).
The Baltimore band bids farewell at the Wind-Up Space. Video shot by Tom Kessler.
Hold the pickle? Not a chance, bub.
Full set and interview with the band at the peak of their powers.
Dedicated to all Americans who live in the “real world.”