Readings

It wasn’t until my early twenties that I realized I’d failed at whiteness. And because I’d spent my childhood working so hard at it, I had failed at Asianness, too.

 Aging isn’t quite as horrific as I’d feared, but it’s definitely not as fun as staying young. 

Fifty years later, Truman Capote's Black and White Ball, called variously the party of the year, the decade, and the century, proves his definitive final creative act.

Investigating the whiplash-inducing dialogue that has characterized Gilmore Girls, which returns this week.

On the 20th anniversary of the Spice Girls' first album, I reflect on two decades of defending their commercial approach to feminism. 

You can stare at something for a decade and still not see it for what it is. Like, say, your therapist, whose charming spiritual community might be a cult.

Speaking with the author of the Neapolitan Quartet novels and Frantumaglia about why readers have trouble with challenging portrayals of women, the supposed sin of narcissism, and smoking cigarettes.

Leonard Cohen was our man, a guy who joked about eternal life and died a month later.

Reading The Favourite Game made him into my first sex symbol.