Ron Kolm

Duke knew it was going to be a bad day, even before he got out of bed. He had a splitting headache, and a lump the size of a nickel bag on the back of his neck. He couldn’t remember where he’d been last night—or how he...

Hilary Halladay

When opportunity literally knocked not long after his return from sea, Herbert was ready for a new diversion. It was 1944, the war would soon end, and change was inevitable, even for an unemployed drug addict for whom change...

Franklin Mount

The Big Short has ambitions. Based on Michael Lewis's best-selling book of the same name, The Big Short seeks to explain the economic crisis of 2008 and make us laugh. A film with a very serious subject, it's directed by Ada...

The Editors

This was so much fun last year, I thought we'd do it again. (Two of my favorite books of the year were ones I picked up from last year's list: Station Eleven, by Emily St. John Mandel, recommended by Deborah Pintonelli, and ...

David West

The new book by David West, Music: Drawing Down the Muse, is a survey of drawings done in situ (usually in rehearsal or soundcheck) with various musicians or groups, over the last 20 years. The idea of the series was to defi...

Drew Hubner

Not too long ago, though it's hard to imagine now, New York City was a very different place. There were vast swaths of Manhattan where folks from the right side of the tracks were warned not to venture. East of Bowery was wh...

Keshav Das

Barefoot in the Heart: Remembering Neem Karoli Baba is a collection of transcribed oral stories of the Indian saint Neem Karoli Baba (Maharaji). It includes many anecdotes and first-person retellings of stories collected in...

Jonathan Shaw

I was seeing double with fatigue. But Narcisa was just getting started. She hopped along, from subject to subject, like a cocaine-crazed, hyperactive little fairy, flittering between realms of thought I could barely fatho...

D. James Smith

My Rose of Sharon has gone dormant, Thin and spindly as The many masts of sailing ships Gone to port in winter That I’ve seen in paintings, So I’ll be a long time waiting In the black flowers of my days For summ...