Although the Talmud may have spoke about Golems, Isaiah spoke about 'wearying' the people with 'frankincense.' The full verse reads as follows: 'You have not brought me sheep for burnt offerings, nor honored me with your sacrifices.'
On dark evenings like these, I want nothing more than a good book, but you won't catch me reading about Rudolph. In the classic Christmas tradition of bonny old England, I consider this a season for hauntings.
What does it say about us as a society that - with a few exceptions for celebrities and superstars -- we reward money-and profit-oriented professions so much more readily and lavishly than art- and culture-making ones? And what it might mean for our future?
Hideously transformed children are still mostly forbidden by our aesthetic norms, but Shelley's novel reminds us that monstrosity takes many forms, and the most obvious are not always the most dangerous.
Being connected all the time and needing to input and output constantly is just plain tiring. That's no way to do life! So my question is: Will there be a backlash against technology or is "resistance futile"?
Whatever subjects we choose, as women writers we are cataloging historical and cultural events in ways that go far deeper than the two-dimensional stories told by photographs. We get into the heads of our audience in ways that movies still can't.
In an age that is being shaped in so many ways by the creation and evolution of new forms of social media, I have been struck by the infrequency of serious discussion about what we have gained and what we have lost or are in imminent danger of losing.
On January 17, 1803, George Foster sat in a grim cell of Newgate Prison, in London, awaiting execution. Having been arrested, indicted, and found guilty of murdering his wife and child, gallows had been erected, from which he would hang.
'Frankenstorm' is an apt name for this killer storm. Not merely because it's making landfall on the eve of Halloween, but because it's a hybrid storm with many elements pushing and pulling with dark spheres of influence.
This week's "Once Upon a Time" certainly fit in with the rest of ABC's Halloween fare, with an abundance of lightning and shambling monsters and creepy heart stealing -- but the end result left me a little cold.
Mockingbird Lane, the stunning, dark re-imagining of The Munsters makes its television premiere on Friday. Named for the Munster family's iconic address, the show is a visual and emotional feast, and the year's most original television dramedy.
I'm not one who worships at the altar of Tim Burton, probably disliking his films as often as I am moved by them. But I fell hard for Frankenweenie, an extrapolation of a short film Burton made almost 30 years ago.
You know the 3D animated feature Hotel Transylvania is for kids because it starts with diaper changing, fart, and piss jokes aplenty. Fortunately, it moves on to be a father-daughter tale about tolerance.