A couple years ago, in email that the Telegraph’s Peter Robins recently called “a marvelous blast” of “municipal librarian machismo,” an old friend excoriated me for criticizing the New York Public Library. This friend, the amazing Christian Zabriskie, moved to Brooklyn last year and now works as a children’s/young adult reference librarian at the main branch of the Queens Library . . .
Goodnight Bush: An Unauthorized Parody depicts three lines of cocaine next to GWB’s bed. They slowly disappear, one by one.
“I think my great handicap is my insistence on freedom,” Dawn Powell once wrote. “I require it. So I cannot make the suave adjustments to a successful writer’s life — right people, right hospitality, right gestures, because I want to be free.” Rudolph Wurlitzer, like many fine writers, could say the same. The screenwriter behind the landmark 1973 film Pat . . .
Press Secretary McClellan’s Iraq War policy announcements seemed like steaming piles of horseshit because they were.