A casual society of underground/alternative-minded writers calling themselves The Unbearables have been spreading joy and literary wisdom around downtown New York City for as long as I can remember. They protested the cravenness of the New Yorker...

"Situations have ended sad, relationships have all been bad Mine have been like Verlaine and Rimbaud But there's no way I can compare all them scenes to this affair You're gonna make me lonesome when you go"    -- Bob Dylan, "Blood on the...

We had a lot of fun with the first Litkicks Mystery Spot, and more than half of you figured out the correct answer. Today's entry is a bit harder. At a corner near the center of the Google Maps image above there is a strange plaque celebrating a...

As if I needed more prodding to write about David Shields' Reality Hunger, the book appears in today's New York Times Book Review, respectfully reviewed by Luc Sante, who urges (I nod approvingly here) a calm and sympathetic reading of the...

It would be a shame if the predictable backlash against David Shields' exciting critique of contemporary literarature Reality Hunger (or against Ben Yagoda's related study Memoir: A History) actually discouraged any potential readers from checking out...