Les Murray is a cantankerous Catholic poet who grew up on a dairy farm in New South Wales and dedicates his books "to the glory of God." This makes him...
"Taran wanted to make a sword; but Coll, charged with the practical side of his education, decided on horseshoes. And so it had been horseshoes all morning long." So begins...
James Surowiecki wrote recently in The New Yorker of Stephen Schwarzman, chairman and CEO of the private-equity firm Blackstone Group. Schwarzman is worth more than $10 billion. But he's convinced...
My friend the poet Anthony Madrid was yammering on about Rachel Zucker's new poetry collection, "The Pedestrians." I was skeptical. I hadn't loved the only book of hers I'd read,...
I spent April and part of May feeling like occupied France, a Hun-like bacterial force having invaded my ears and sinuses. I couldn't do much besides imagine the antibiotics I...
I wish I could force every wannabe Internet essayist and second-rate scraped-raw memoirist to read the first page of "Another Great Day at Sea," on which Geoff Dyer demonstrates, as...
I wish I could force every wannabe Internet essayist and second-rate scraped-raw memoirist to read the first page of "Another Great Day at Sea," on which Geoff Dyer demonstrates, as...
"Fame is a fickle food," Emily Dickinson wrote upon the occasion of David Markson's death in 2010. "Pretty much the high point of experimental fiction in this country," David Foster...
It's all about sex, Freud believed. And Marx thought economics determined everything, and Nietzsche's whole shtick was "God is dead." These vulgar conceptions wouldn't be so widespread if they didn't...
It's all about sex, Freud believed. And Marx thought economics determined everything, and Nietzsche's whole shtick was "God is dead." These vulgar conceptions wouldn't be so widespread if they didn't...