Doddsie, who put propriety above everything else, had never forgotten nor forgiven Elias Renthal’s reverberating fart on his exit from the Butterfield nearly eight years earlier, after he had been kicked out of the hallowed …

Jane Pratt has me cringing again.
Reader AMA tipped me to Pratt’s new project, xoJane.com, and wondered about my thoughts “given [my] previous takedown” of Jane Magazine, so the cringing began with my own writing from …

I went back to Chao Camp at midday. AB had tried to text me to say that Mad Chao was getting sprung from the clink, but I’d left my phone at Chao Camp, and my …

I never read the Sunday Times anymore, really, but I bought a copy of it today because I’m moving (no big whoop, just within Brooklyn, and more on that later but the moving process is …

Because a few people have asked…fans of David Foster Wallace should read Troy Patterson’s write-up for Slate.   Troy is a fellow vet of our college paper, and his take is on point as usual.
Well, …

Walter Kirn’s zero-Fahrenheit appraisal of James Frey’s new novel, Bright Shiny Morning, is a reviewing masterpiece, opening with a sharp observation about the L.A.-novel genre and building through concisely dismissive observations about Frey’s prose to …

“Everyone except me is just so STUPID.”
I like finding out that people or institutions don’t suck as much as I’d thought. It happened three years ago, during the writing of the TWoP book; I had …

I’ve never broken up with a guy based on his literary tastes (or lack of same), but then, I don’t let it get to relationship status in the first place if the guy doesn’t read, …

I’m out of town for a few days; while I’m gone, I’ll be finishing Posner’s Case Closed, and starting I Love You, Beth Cooper and that book on the TV-news wars Kim lent me months …

Premiere-week hell continues over at TWoP, but we’ve got a boatload of new content going up, including my latest Brothers & Sisters Classic; a weecap of the Chuck pilot, which I really liked a lot …