Review

Slate TV Club: American Horror Story

So I have a history of liking indulgent television with an overdeveloped sense of religious symbols. It’s no surprise, then, that I’m a fan of American Horror Story. Slate‘s doing a weekly TV club for the show, and I was

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Slate TV Club: American Horror Story

So I have a history of liking indulgent television with an overdeveloped sense of religious symbols. It’s no surprise, then, that I’m a fan of American Horror Story. Slate‘s doing a weekly TV club for the show, and I was

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At CJR: New Yorker writers dish about their craft

The New Yorker Festival brought back its collaboration with The Moth again on Friday for “Tales out of School 4,” an adaptation of The Moth’s popular and portable storytelling machine. This time it produced stories about writing for The New

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At CJR: New Yorker writers dish about their craft

The New Yorker Festival brought back its collaboration with The Moth again on Friday for “Tales out of School 4,” an adaptation of The Moth’s popular and portable storytelling machine. This time it produced stories about writing for The New

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Listening, With Monks: Of Gods and Men Review

Full article @ The Revealer: Of Gods and Men (122 minutes, 2010), a new film by Xavier Beauvois, opened last Friday in Los Angeles and New York (at Sunshine, show times are here) after a brief run at the New

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Listening, With Monks: Of Gods and Men Review

Full article @ The Revealer: Of Gods and Men (122 minutes, 2010), a new film by Xavier Beauvois, opened last Friday in Los Angeles and New York (at Sunshine, show times are here) after a brief run at the New

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Murder in the Cathedral in Prospect Heights, Brooklyn

T.S. Eliot’s work has a way of marking out important moments in my intellectual life: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” is the first poem I ever loved; “The Waste Land” the first with which I had a long

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Murder in the Cathedral in Prospect Heights, Brooklyn

T.S. Eliot’s work has a way of marking out important moments in my intellectual life: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” is the first poem I ever loved; “The Waste Land” the first with which I had a long

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