'This Goes All the Way to the Queen': The Puzzle Book that Drove England to...
There were more and more signs every time Ron Fletcher went to Rodborough Common. First, he found empty bottles of Haigh whiskey under a hawthorn bush—Haigh, like Haigha, the name of the March Hare in...
View ArticlePlaying the Book, Reading the Game
There was a time when incorporating the logic and perspectives of video games into another medium was little more than a narrative curiosity. That time was the mid-1980s, a period that brought us works...
View ArticleThe Girl King of Boylesque
On a Thursday night in late July, the Atomic Bombshells strut down Commercial Street in the center of Provincetown, Massachusetts, wearing outfits made of yellow and pink cheetah print spandex. In the...
View Article'A Little Outside the Gates of Hollywood': An Interview with Bruce McDonald
It’s been six years since Pontypool vaulted Bruce McDonald into the pantheon of Canadian horror greats. This week he returns with another in the same style: a low-budget, hallucinatory home-invasion...
View ArticleBehind the Draped Mirror
When Abraham Lincoln’s body lay in state in the East Room of the White House, “the windows at either end of the room were draped with black barege, the frames of the mirrors between the windows, as...
View Article‘I Don’t Know if I’ll Try to Answer ‘Who Let the Dogs Out’’: An Interview...
Described as “terrible,” “annoying” and “one of the worst songs ever,” “Who Let The Dogs Out” recently celebrated its 15th anniversary. With its release in 2000, the single, and, most notably, the...
View ArticleMeaningful Games in September
It seemed a little unwise to fully celebrate until the Blue Jays were solidly in the playoffs. Not because of superstition (it probably wouldn’t have jinxed them), but because of the perils of ignoring...
View Article'If the Camera Moves it’s Got To Be for a Reason': An Interview with Roger...
Nobody shoots movies as well as Roger Deakins. He is without question our greatest cinematographer: an exemplar without comparison. A twelve-time Academy Award nominee, longtime partner of the Coen...
View ArticleFirst Responders at the End of the World
The incandescent dispatches of the desperate burned through the fog, scrawled in urgent spray paint onto white bed sheets, seeming to flutter freely in the air: “The End of Days”—“Injured Children”—“We...
View ArticleThe Myths That Keep on Giving
Sometimes the stories they tell are ones we’ve known for as long as we’ve understood language. Sometimes the stories are a window into someone else’s culture, or into a history different from the ones...
View ArticleWe'll Walk
When you are a toddler, when everyone still lives in Trinidad, before I am born, you can be found in someone’s arms or on the floor. You drag yourself forward by your elbows while our sister, less than...
View ArticleA Primer of Darkness
Last month began autumn. On the night of the equinox, I read by lamplight the notebook of Moe Yamamoto, called Costume en Face: A Primer of Darkness for Young Boys and Girls.Yamamoto was a disciple of...
View ArticleThe Sick People and All Their Guns
This week on Episode One Million of “Stupid Things Donald Trump Said,” the Donald lent his expertise to the recent mass shooting in Oregon, attributing it to shooter Chris Harper-Mercer’s mental...
View Article‘You Need to Start Getting Nervous’: An Interview with Margaret Atwood
I’ve interviewed Margaret Atwood twice before. On the eve of our third tussle, I notice a pattern emerging. I mention the upcoming interview to friends, colleagues, and they begin with the war stories....
View ArticleBook Eight: Harry Mathews's Cigarettes
Afternoons and nights in the summer I found myself looking around for someone to record it. We were not making such different decisions from the summers before, but we were older, technically. The...
View ArticleElliott Smith is Sad, Like You
The first time a girl ever called me pretty, she was absolutely stoned. Jessica from math class told me that my lips were beautiful, that my hair and my eyes were beautiful, and she handed me her...
View ArticleOf Hegemonic Hoverboards and the Power of Power-Laces: Living in Back to the...
As Marty McFly walked out of the alleyway and into the town square, he was distracted not by the flying cars whizzing by high above but by a robotic Texaco attendant. Then he was attacked by a...
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