Or is he something else entirely?
Can the legendary record producer’s book really make you into an artist?
Ian Fleming created the superspy—and then couldn’t get rid of him.
Why is Amazon’s show about Lee Child’s crime-busting former military policeman such a massive hit?
The late Pogues singer Shane MacGowan understood the depths of human despair, a feeling he plumbed on his song “The Old Main Drag.”
The letters of Seamus Heaney reveal that he was bedeviled by the same problem that overwhelms all of us.
A new book cured me of any attachment to the idea of the stand-up as truth-telling philosophe.
Trumpism hovers over the merger of the UFC and WWE.
Sly and the Family Stone suggested new possibilities in music and life—until it all fell apart.
A new exhibition offers a counterpoint to The Scream.
A road trip across my adopted America
The small, cold shock of loneliness upon hearing of the great British comic writer’s death
When the universe gives you a gift, send a thank-you note.
Among the new king’s subjects on a soggy coronation weekend
The enduring appeal of watching human beings attempt to master the Alaskan backcountry
Their cartoon yellowness, their absurd curvature, their fragility, their cordial blandness
What yours says about you
The id of California—the id of America—is strong in both of them.
A well-turned curse can remind you of the power of language.
If Cormac McCarthy interpreted the humiliations of Kevin McCarthy