My loss of God occurred soon after I got to divinity school. I still can’t decide if that was the least likely of places for it to happen or the only place in the world where it was possible.
The spy’s relationship with the villain Colonel Sun veered from tradition: absent a manufactured fatal love triangle, Amis examined the toxic, unsatisfying power dynamics between like minds.
Talking to a member of the video game speedrunning community about the appeal of the practice, its status as a sort of performance art, and tensions over encroaching commercialization.
The author of more than 300 children’s books on spending a lifetime with a single character, the process necessary to produce three books a year, and talking to kids about death.
How a Yukon art project became a national phenomenon of sold-out shows, dream selves and subversive sexuality.
When women can’t speak up, a chorus of voices should rise to their aid, though that often seems like too much to hope for. John Irving understands this in a way most male writers don’t or can’t.
Guy Maddin’s new feature imagines “unrealized, half-finished or abandoned films by otherwise successful directors” not as artifacts to pine after but as the accumulated muck of cinematic history.
Talking with the actor and comedian also known as Neil Hamburger about keeping a repellent character authentic, the joys of creating intricate meta-comedy, and coping with a room full of boos.
“I don’t sit around and think, ‘Oh, I wish I was out right now. If I was out right now, I’d be doing this and that.’ That’s just inviting pain into your life.”
The author of Cloud Atlas, The Bone Clocks and, most recently, Slade House, on supernatural forces and the ice in his heart.
Cosmic horror tends to be synonymous with H.P. Lovecraft, but others, from Thomas Ligotti to Nathan Ballingrud, show the many ways in which tales of a monstrous world can scare the hell out of us.
Talking to the author of Paulina & Fran about forging female friendships, the connections you have to your partner’s exes, and writing an appropriate orgasm metaphor.
While Hollywood increasingly caters to our shrinking attention spans, Victoria, a new German film shot in real time, roots its viewers in the present.
A mirthful reaction masks an experience that’s much closer to facing your own mortality.
Talking with the author of The Well-Dressed Wound about the appeal of evil, the sexual proclivities of cereal mascots, and how much fucking there must have been during the Civil War.
This month, time catches up to Marty McFly. But instead of worrying about the projections in the film that have come true, we complain about the electronic devices we can’t buy.
The singer, who died on October 21, 2003, always maintained that he loved making his music, even as his music usually claimed that he didn’t love much at all.
Who gets to keep the record that everyone is so bored making?
Margaret visits the Hazlitt Studio to talk about The Heart Goes Last, the prison industrial complex, and the market for furniture you could fuck.
Dancer Moe Yamamoto’s notebook transcribing his first butoh performance is a document of sustained transition.