“I think just about everything David Shields writes is pretty much indispensable”, reads Bret Easton Ellis’ token gesture […]
The Penitents of Camber Sands weren’t nuns, they just liked wearing black. Nor, thought Travis, between blows, were they exactly penitent […]
Untitled Film Flyover of the huntsman, crouched brutally on the outcropping, looking small with his hands invisible in […]
– ‘I could stand in the middle of Fifth Avenue and shoot somebody, and I wouldn’t lose any […]
Ode to DLR You and I should meet on air, in these whirling hyperloop palaces of all burnished […]
Demers’ Drone and Apocalypse is a sprawling and inventive meditation on the nature of apocalypse in contemporary art […]
It was the summer of discount rum. Bacardi, specifically, whole handles of it with its plastic, melted-down action […]
We are all damaged, it seems. In a committee meeting, a veteran who walks with two canes and […]
The accursed ghazal occupies a specific but significant place in Pakistan’s socio-cultural milieu. Specific, because its subject concerns […]
The dog Bret Easton Ellis lives in a brothel, where the prostitutes name their dogs after unpleasant male […]
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