Want wintry exercise that doesn’t require a schlep to Vermont? Then grab a softball, some form of club, and find the nearest patch of ice to replicate a game of “colf.” A popular colonial Dutch pastime, colf combines hockey and golf: Just choose a target down-ice and see
It’s not easy being the world’s favorite frigid hominid, especially when your existential problems are worse than most college sophomores’. Me Write Book, It Bigfoot Memoir, by TMN favorite Graham Roumieu, is a very funny and wonderfully illustrated little book, reminiscent of The Very Persistent Gappers of Fripp
Terrence Malick’s The New World isn’t for everyone, but if you liked The Thin Red Line or, for that matter, Koyaanisqatsi, you’ll appreciate this very strange, very beautiful film. Newcomer Q’orianka Kilcher is beguiling and breathtaking as Pocahontas-cum-Rebecca, and Colin Farrell, as John Smith,
When Blur effectively defeated Oasis in the Britpop wars, it was because of its self-titled album. In the years leading up to its 1997 release, the two bands had traded numerous barbs in interviews—criticizing each other’s for-realness, letting loose accusations of having repackaged yet another era
French intellectual superstar (the French have such things) Bernard-Henri Levy, known there as BHL, was introduced to these shores with Melville House’s publication of Who Killed Daniel Pearl? Proving everything new is old, BHL has now reprised a 19th-century classic with his 21st-century American Vertigo: Traveling
While in Napa for our 10th anniversary, my wife and I marveled at the simplicity of the Umbra Malta toilet-paper holder in our hotel bathroom. It led to a lengthy and unromantic discussion over Shiraz that evening about how it was possible that this simple and obvious design could
Steroid Maximus’s Ectopia is classical-industrial music that uses John Cage’s flaming-piano-out-the-window experiment as a starting point and turns it into the score for a movie yet to be made. Babies crying, jangling pianos, jungle chases, wailing violins, and boats creaking all mixed together
Patrick Leigh Fermor’s A Time of Gifts puts you in an 18-year-old’s hobnailed boots as he hikes across Europe in 1933 and takes scrupulous, even luscious, notes of his trip. I’m hard-pressed to pick better travel writing than this: Well documented, personal and enthusiastic,
I stole the unorthodox pairing of popcorn and champagne from an awful Jay McInerney book that I’m trying to forget. The combination creates an effervescent, salty/sweet taste that is all too perfect for watching movies on the couch. McInerney claims to live and die by Krug but for
As an occasional TV viewer, far be it from me to question the apparently immense popularity of Fox Network’s 24, though how anyone can take Kiefer Sutherland’s arboreal acting style seriously does perplex me. The network in question makes it up to me with its well-written medical
