Great interview in the month’s TapeOp with Sufjan Stevens, a man mostly unknown but loved and adored by my former clique in the big ol’…

Here’s the quick deal on this one:  There’s been a lot of love passed around my extended circles of friends with this book, and baby,…

In a self-less act of self-denial of the cynical self, and in an effort to cultivate the warm little garden of love a-bloomin’ in my…

Now this is getting exciting.  For the second time this week, I’ve been able to blog about a book by an I author I know. …

I recently had the pleasure of enjoying Dr. Johnson’s accessible yet thorough summation of the upper-left coast’s passionate political dalliance with Marx and his recounting…

Yes, yes, yes… give me 200 pages of always superfluous & sometimes superlicious style and this blind pig will find the acorn.  Or maybe a…

In recent issues of Wired and The Economist, the same quote was trotted out by both ‘zines to sum up a new debate on what…

Sure, it was the devilishly charming, always youthful, and darn-right talented Justin Timberlake that made the cover, but on page 206 GQ sent it’s crack…

So my sweet, straight-talking wife says that I’m an arrogant bastard.  She pointed out that every time I write up a little review of some…

And the question is:  How great a sinner must one be, to write a compelling autobiography? So a book like this has three things going…