If 2008 was the year of the Western gunslinger showdownsHillary vs. Obama, Obama vs. McCain, McCain vs. Palinthe past twelve months have been most notable for never-ending docudramas.
At 4:53 p.m. on Tuesday, January 12th, I was attending a class at the Jacmel branch of the UNASMOH (Université Américaine des Sciences Modernes dHaiti) when the Earthquake hit.
I wanted to begin this inaugural sports column with something about Brazilian soccer. Such would be a global approacha corrective to the myopia of mainstream U.S. sports coverage. Football? Do you mean, soccer? So thats where I wanted to start.
On the side of Gray Mountain in northeast Arizona, Lorraine Curley lives alone in a two-room concrete home. Her roof is tarpaper and tin, and her bathroom is a wooden outhouse 50 feet from her door.
The moment I realized a human being was growing inside of me the future became my greatest enemy. I feared for everything. I feared for my unborn child, I feared for Christian, and I feared for myself.
Rudy Wurlitzers early 70s novels Flats and Quake have just been reissued by Two Dollar Radio. They came out at the same time that Wurlitzer wrote the screenplays for Monte Hellmans cult classic Two-Lane Blacktop (1971) and Sam Peckinpahs Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid (1973).
Since Barack Obamas rise to political prominence, great praise has been heaped on his first book, Dreams from My Father.
Something fundamental is changing in the hive mind. The thousands of human hives have been subject to globalization. These cultural, language, and faith colonies are interconnected in ways unimaginable a hundred years ago.
I never paid attention to commercial writing. It said nothing to me about who I was or how to survive in this bullshit factory. But in the last ten years, Ive noticed a blurring of the lines.
In 1958, as Parisian memories of wartime privation gave way to the joys of mod consmodern conveniencesthe Situationist International (SI), the terminal knot in a certain thread of 20th century avant-gardism, announced its founding with a poster that depicted the city as if through a bombsight. The slogan read: New Theater of Operations Within Culture.
While the millions of dollars spent by big Hollywood studios to dish up films like 2012 and Avatar guarantees them at least a fighting chance to make profits in the multiplexes, independent filmsespecially documentariesoften have an impossible time making money in the theatrical venue.
London buses recently carried an advertisement offering good news for the public: Theres probably no God. Now stop worrying and enjoy your life.
Halfway through Ali Eterazs Children of Dust there are a series of scenes in which the author, while studying at a Methodist college in Atlanta, discovers post-modernism. In spite of his rigid belief in Islam, he finds himself intrigued by the post-modernists secular rationalism.
There is a moment in everyones life when suddenly, with brutal, unflinching clarity, you know that you will die. Mortality becomes suddenly tangible, claustrophobic, andyou realize in animalistic panicnonnegotiable.
There seems to be a common, if unexamined, perception among Internet users that their virtual activity can be divided into two camps. In the first resides e-mail and other types of electronic correspondencelegitimate forms of communication all and enablers of human productivity, progress, and sociability
It is tempting, for those of us with an interest in literary couplehood, to compare Michael Chabons new collection of personal essays with his wifes recent, bestselling memoir on motherhood. Both books examine the couples four children, their childrearing philosophies and tactics, their writing, and their marriage.
David Cross has been a lightning rod for public opinion since 1995 when he first broke out with Bob Odenkirk in the critically acclaimed television show Mr. Show with Bob and David. Since then he has drawn accolades, both for his stand-up comedy and for his role as the deeply closeted Tobias Fünke on Arrested Development.