Following up with targets of the infamous Rock Critical List, an anonymous, highly personal screed that sparked a firestorm.
Next month, one book will be crowned America’s funniest. Reviewing this year’s candidates for the Thurber Prize for American Humor, and tiptoeing through the doo-doo.
The plan: 10 cafés, 10 macchiatos, one morning, by bike. Embarking on an adventure that can be described in only one way.
In anticipation of the South by Southwest music festival, which begins today in Austin, Texas, more than a thousand acts—almost twice as many as last year—offered an mp3 to showcase their sound. We listened to them all.
Some movies inform. Some movies entertain. And some pry open your skull and punch you in the brain.
After 12 months of listening, only 10 records remain.
Because album lists shouldn’t happen only once a year. Rounding out the ‘80s, music from the year America chose wrong.
Because album lists shouldn’t happen only once a year. Now arriving within two decades of the present day.
The South by Southwest music festival begins in Austin, Texas, today. Of the hundreds of acts hoping to break big, 763 have offered an mp3 of their still-unknown sound. We listen to them all, all the way through.
Because year-end album lists shouldn’t happen just once a year. In this installment: The lists and timeline converge.
In the past 12 months thousands of albums were released, but there are only 10 you’ll need to remember.
Rosemary’s Baby author Ira Levin died this week—and it wasn’t a lousy book review that killed him.