Time for the last book of the summer Rooster!
Summer daze coming to a close. It's the final book of the season: The Friend by Sigrid Nunez, in discussion with Emma Straub.
Riley Blakeway shot “Life Therapy” using only available light from dusk to dawn.
“What shapes us? Do we shape as much as we are shaped?”
Forty years after Jaws, why the very first blockbuster should be considered art—and how it helped one man to survive.
In a life of perpetual movement, the moment arrives when you find yourself desperate for stillness.
New clothes, AP classes, middle-aged angst. A New York City mom reflects on being pulverized by the first day of school.
Here comes summer, when the yoke of responsibility loosens. We all have our past indiscretions, but they’re too sordid to sign our names to—so we’ve changed the names and rearranged the text to protect the guilty.
Paintings of swimmers underwater, from an ongoing series that pays homage to summers spent sinking and floating in the lakes of Minnesota.
Photographed asleep, sunbathers on the beach show how endearing—and universally human—we all can be when we just lie down and let loose.
Every generation gets the fictional doomsday it desires. What we learned during our dystopian, end-of-the-world summer vacation at the movies.
When a vacation rental doesn’t live up to expectations, when that “charming Montauk cabin” turns out to be a shed, one family’s solution is passive-aggressive guestbook commentary.
Good old Earth was nearly destroyed, almost extinguished, and threatened with slaughter every hour in cinemas this summer. And yet, here we are. Our film critics pinpoint the collapse of the apocalypse genre.
I have a hard time committing to a book on the beach—mostly because I can’t seem to stay awake for more than 20 minutes at a time...