Articles by Sarah D. Bunting
It’s naïve to expect anything in the way of nuanced criticism from The Brooklyn Paper, but the unlubricated Andy Rooneying to which it subjected Work of Art on the front page of the rag’s arts …
Our next book, by a hair, is Bryson’s Dictionary of Troublesome Words: A Writer’s Guide to Getting It Right. I tremble to think of all the words I’m about to find out I’ve been using …
Hi Sars,
I have a song question for you and the readers. I’m in Baltimore and spend most of my radio time listening to WTMD, which is a local university’s radio station. They play a lot …
Above: The artist formerly known as “the foster cat” supervises yet another productive day at TN HQ.
October draws nigh, so it’s time for an update on the annual Tomato Nation/Donors Choose fund drive, as well …
Dear Sars,
I am writing because I find myself increasingly…angry. I live in London and have done so for almost ten years. Because of my family situation, I won’t be leaving the city any time soon.
I …
I should have dumped RHoNJ when Dina Manzo did. Dina’s stated reasons had the whiff of bullshit — “I thought it would be a cute, funny look at our family,” or whatever she said at …
I stood in front of the DVD player for a good ninety seconds, staring at Strange Frequency‘s Netflix sleeve and wondering why in the name of beer and skittles I had put an Erik Palladino …
Now that we’ve emerged from the shadow of the golden raintree (…hew), it’s time to pick our next book. Please also let me know in the comments if you’d like to do a live chat …
Hi Sars,
I used to have this cassette tape that I listened to a bunch, probably in the early ’90s. It was a story read by a man (I think), that was probably an audio adaptation …
