“The first thing Master Adams did was duck back and away, cocking his head as I opened my portfolio too quickly, almost clipping his nose. Then he looked at my…
This week in San Francisco, Granta at City Lights, literature meets food at Feast of Words and to-the-death battle at Literary Death Match, and Believer Magazine hangs out at Electric…
For me, having been inculcated with pictures of a bloody, naked man nailed to a tree since I was five, any discussion of obscenity, homo-eroticism or sexual violence begins with…
This week in San Francisco, booze for a cause at Drink Good Do Good, come hang out with me at this month’s Quiet Lightning, two words: Cinema Orgy, Booksmith’s first…