Readings

Bowie was a suave enigma who never quite cared about connecting—it hardly seems appropriate to mourn him as a flesh and blood human being. Yet the music he leaves behind has a life of its own.

A great heaving portion of pleasure comes from the mystery of sex. No wonder humans most often use metaphors to talk about fucking. 

The director of Arabian Nights on Godard as the master of clash, "artisanal blockbusters," and why cinema is like electricity. 

Marginalized, ignored, oppressed—many here are broken. The rest are trying desperately not to break.

The actor and writer joins us on the telephone from his Great Aunt Doris's home in Murray Hill. 

I should know how to pinpoint emotional vampires: experts watching from armchairs would conclude that the first one I encountered was my dad.

We're supposed to follow a certain narrative when our partners leave us. What happens when we flip the playbook? 

Epic death is too good for us.

There is the failure to do what’s expected of me, and the failure to do what I expect of myself.