Henry Begler

Author Archive

  • Jul 2, 2026
    They say it was bat shit that almost did him in, something he might have breathed in while riding his motorcycle on a gusty spring day, or maybe at a rest stop before a show in...
  • Jun 8, 2026
    “His stuff is pure Proustian existentialism. Midwestern mindtrips to the nth degree…” — Bob Dylan on John Prine The highway is a good place to take stock...
  • Jun 1, 2026
    Paris in the 1920s — you shoulda been there! At least, that’s the sentiment advanced by the stacks upon stacks of memoirs covering the period, one by seemingly everyone...
  • Apr 29, 2026
    I have met them at close of dayComing with vivid facesFrom counter or desk among greyEighteenth-century houses.I have passed with a nod of the headOr polite meaningless words,Or...
  • Apr 13, 2026
    I. Inauguration of the Pleasure Dome Christmastime in Las Vegas: tinsel on the slot machines, Santa hats on the pit bosses, short days, vivid winter sunsets, balmy nights. Tourist...
  • Mar 27, 2026
    I. So it all began when I reread George Orwell’s 1940 essay “Inside the Whale” for the first time in years and it sent me into a not entirely mild state of crisis....
  • Mar 13, 2026
    You don’t get much free time in this short life. Ten percent of your total span on earth, perhaps, depending on your job, family status, income, and other obligations....
  • Mar 6, 2026
    American Psycho has the distinction of being the last novel to cause a true moral panic. Bret Easton Ellis’s 1991 glimpse into the mind of Patrick Bateman, a wealthy...
  • Feb 10, 2026
    Beware the biographer: the scuttler in the archives, the interviewer of relatives, the Monday morning quarterback, the renderer of judgements, the mad constructor of a monstrous...
  • Jan 13, 2026
    Here’s a proposition for you: the American vernacular that emerged between roughly 1920 and 1970 was the second great peak of the English language, right up there with the era...