Blogs
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THE EYEBALL: Illusions
Remember when The Illusionist and The Prestige both vied to be the winter 2007 movie about magicians? No? Anyway, transport yourself back to those fabled days of January and February 2007. I know what you’re thinking. You were too busy…
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The Last Book I Loved: The Log of the S.S. the Mrs. Unguentine by Stanley Crawford
This is one damn weird love story. This is one strange quest. This is one bizarre boat. These are a couple of strange characters we’ve got here. This book feels like a dare, as in I dare you not to…
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The Last Book I Loved: Elect Mr. Robinson for a Better World
I’m not sure why it took me a bit to get into Donald Antrim’s Elect Mr. Robinson for a Better World, because the book begins with the quartering of the town mayor by automobile, which is pretty great. Antrim is…
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THE EYEBALL: Shorties
Hey Eyeballers. I haven’t had the patience to watch anything over an hour long recently. I take that back. I watched Babe with my son a couple weekends ago and as always got choked up at the end. I am…
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The Rumpus Sports Column: Mother’s Day Bash
I turned on the Mets game yesterday—Mother’s Day—and for a moment, when the picture came in, I thought something was wrong with my TV. The umpire, I noticed, was wearing a pink terrycloth armband.
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The Rumpus Advice Column: “Do you think it’s possible that maybe all of my friend’s vaginas are confused by multiple partners?”
Your letter is full of self-congratulation masquerading as earnest inquiry.
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Was This Review Helpful? Amazon and the Search for an Unassailable Masterpiece
One customer review of “The Catcher in the Rye” warns readers that it will make you “want to kill yourself.” Another calls Holden Caulfield a “whiney, immature, angst ridden teenager who need[s] a smack in the head.”
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BitchCraft: Fully Fashioned
I love clothes. I love fashion. I have an interest in the way I cover my body. I have ideas about what I think looks nice. It’s not very deep, and it’s not very unusual. It brings me pleasure more…
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THE LONELY VOICE, a Column About Short Stories: “Around the Dear Ruin”
One of the great stories of my adopted city, San Francisco, is without a doubt “Around the Dear Ruin” by Gina Berriault. It also might be one of the saddest and cruelest. I’ve probably read this brief story twenty, maybe…