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Nov 19, 2025
Looking over my notes for this career-spanning essay on Janet Malcolm, I find many of them less helpful than I hoped, consisting as they do mostly of phrases like “hell...
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Nov 11, 2025
I.
Once upon a time writers were all hot, or if they weren’t hot they were striking and sharply-dressed, and they all lived in Manhattan and London and everyone slept with...
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Oct 30, 2025
America, they say, is already dead and doesn’t know it. Whatever mystery or magic once haunted its blue highways and back roads has long since fled, and anyone lighting out for...
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Oct 20, 2025
Some artists go through a long, slow process of public evolution. Others seem to suddenly burst into life, like a firework. It is astonishing to read William Blake’s early...
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Sep 3, 2025
Florida—America’s problem child, God’s waiting room—hangs down at the bottom of the Eastern Seaboard, priapic and slightly obscene. Through its lands and...
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Jul 31, 2025
I’ve been reading On the Road. I really, really, really, really did not want to write about it.
Lately I feel as if my work here has come dangerously close to resembling...
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May 8, 2025
Most Tuesdays, I walk a few miles from my apartment in Pasadena down into the main commercial strip of the city, through leafy streets and blankly hostile highway overpasses, to my...
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Mar 12, 2025
In just a few weeks I’ll be thirty. O dark dark dark! All passion spent! Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun! And so on. The window for being a wunderkind has officially...
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Feb 18, 2025
Lubbock, Texas is almost exactly five hours from Dallas, Albuquerque, Oklahoma City, and El Paso. It’s home to Texas Tech University, the National Cowboy Symposium, and...
Nov 19, 2025Looking over my notes for this career-spanning essay on Janet Malcolm, I find many of them less helpful than I hoped, consisting as they do mostly of phrases like “hell...
Nov 11, 2025I. Once upon a time writers were all hot, or if they weren’t hot they were striking and sharply-dressed, and they all lived in Manhattan and London and everyone slept with...
Oct 30, 2025America, they say, is already dead and doesn’t know it. Whatever mystery or magic once haunted its blue highways and back roads has long since fled, and anyone lighting out for...
Oct 20, 2025Some artists go through a long, slow process of public evolution. Others seem to suddenly burst into life, like a firework. It is astonishing to read William Blake’s early...
Sep 3, 2025Florida—America’s problem child, God’s waiting room—hangs down at the bottom of the Eastern Seaboard, priapic and slightly obscene. Through its lands and...
May 8, 2025Most Tuesdays, I walk a few miles from my apartment in Pasadena down into the main commercial strip of the city, through leafy streets and blankly hostile highway overpasses, to my...
Mar 12, 2025In just a few weeks I’ll be thirty. O dark dark dark! All passion spent! Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun! And so on. The window for being a wunderkind has officially...
Feb 18, 2025Lubbock, Texas is almost exactly five hours from Dallas, Albuquerque, Oklahoma City, and El Paso. It’s home to Texas Tech University, the National Cowboy Symposium, and...