The culture of the exotic, fascinating underworld thrills us in "John Wick," not merely the well-choreographed gun-fu.
In June, read Cain's "Serenade," watched Bogart's "Sahara" (1943), carefully perused Red Sonja, and erred into surprising reflections on time…
Notes on the debt to "Miami Vice," the treatment of urban space, and stylistic gunplay in Michael Mann's 2004 film…
Any month (like May) that includes a viewing of "Miller's Crossing" and a reading of Schiller's "Don Carlos" is a…
A spirited response enjoining MORE pessimism to Fred Hyatt's Washington Post editorial on technology and democracy
Ian McEwan's 2010 novel "Solar" is a misanthropic retelling of ten years in the life of erstwhile Nobel Prize recipient…
April truly was the cruellest month, but only because I read not a word of T.S. Eliot.
"Accident" narrates the sexual and professional tensions between an Oxford philosophy professor, his colleague, and his students, in events leading…
Black history month extended 60 days, at least, reading through Mary Shelley and seeing my first Dick Powell film ...
Each chapter of W.E.B. Du Bois' "The Souls of Black Folk" begins with an excerpt of verse and a few…