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Nov 26, 2025
In the 1957 Jayne Mansfield-heavy film adaptation of John Steinbeck’s The Wayward Bus, an assistant mechanic named Kit Carson stands chatting with a lunch-counter girl...
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Sep 15, 2025
The Scent of Bullshit. What does bullshit smell like? What does bullshit taste like? That night, I ate shit in the dream. Literally ate shit. It was horrible.
There’s...
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Sep 1, 2025
Write what you know, they say.
But what if the people and things you know don’t really want to be written about?
Or want to completely control the way they are written about so...
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May 12, 2025
At seventy-two, Tolstoy was the most famous writer in Russia, well into the beatific, heretical Christianity he had discovered during his spiritual crisis two decades earlier.
Maxim...
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May 6, 2025
On the one hand: haven't we had enough?
Do we really need to hear about the empty lives and unsatisfying relationships of the Brooklyn cold-brew class ever again?
8/10ths of all...
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Mar 25, 2025
The retreat center was attached to a grand, turn-of-the-century hotel, straight out of The Shining, manned by a skeleton crew for the winter.
Wandering the grounds, I poked my...
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Mar 13, 2025
I remember before turning thirty, I used to stay up all night doing nothing—just biting my nails and watching my life pass, grabbing for any frame of reference to hold on to,...