(via) Just when you thought the world was a horrible, boring place full of assholes, Werner Herzog makes a movie in 3D. And not only…

A review of Tolstoy’s The Gospel in Brief  The recent publication of Tolstoy’s The Gospel in Brief (in a new translation by Dustin Condren) calls for a renewed…

Saoirse Ronan/Emily Browning The Young-Girl doesn’t look like a dead body, as one might presume from reading women’s magazines; she looks like death itself. Tiqqun, Raw…

It is often said of fiction that it is “impossible to put down.” The suggestion is that what we want from reading is total submission:…

The original tribe of self-proclaimed Superstars, however, was Andy Warhol’s Factory crew of “odds-and-ends misfits, somehow misfitting together,” as the artist described them in his memoir, Popism. Within this tribe, the Warhol Superstar that most extravagantly combined silver screen Hollywood glamour with downtown New York chic was Candy Darling, the transsexual actress who worked alongside

When I was living in Madrid, I read an article in El País one day that spoke of el valorado concepto anglosajón de “fair play” —the valued Anglo-Saxon concept…

If sports have value, it is as art. They are a platform on which athletes and teams stretch themselves to species capacity for the ephemeral…

The personality of the adult Rimbaud, who writes letters home to his mother detailing and bewailing the state of his finances, is so different from that of the adolescent poète maudit that it seems improbable that the two belonged to the same person. Then again, Rimbaud, like us all, was always full of contradictions.

Bob Dylan’s reactionary album Slow Train Coming exemplifies fundamentalism’s alluring promise of the escape from identity.

Bracing for disaster in 1990, St. Louisans’ knew that to single out their town for divine wrath would be to invite ridicule. They binge-drank and “pigged out,” secure in the geographical, geopolitical — indeed, cosmic — insignificance apparent to them every day.

Énard’s attempt to modernize the Iliad is even more explicit than Joyce’s attempt to modernize the Odyssey in Ulysses. Indeed, Zone reads as if it were narrated by Molly Bloom—were she to have been cast as a battle scarred Achilles rather than an unfaithful Penelope.

The grid plan emanates from our weaknesses, this layout of avenues and streets, New York City, this system of 90 degree angles…it’s homogenizing, in a city where there is no homogenization available, where there is only total existence, total cacophony…