By the time we made it to a rest stop and a McDonald's in Van Buren, Arkansas I was sick of the Grateful Dead.
The narrative of our struggle on climate should be one of American elation, transcendence, epiphany, euphoria. It is not a long defeat, but instead the great opportunity of a species, the chance to save the world.
Joyce Johnson's new biography, The Voice Is All: The Lonely Victory of Jack Kerouac, traces the development of Kerouac's prose style, showing how his French freed him to create his famous spontaneous narrative.
One of the many surprises tucked away in the vast Jack Kerouac Archive at the New York Public Library is the tiny pocket notebook in which Kerouac reacted in the fall of 1947 to a conversation he'd just had with his mother.
Seminar is one of the funniest shows on Broadway and Alan Rickman is delightfully your worst nightmare as a teacher, and also the most realistic.
Recently, the yearly reading of "Howl" at Columbia University attracted crowds to the Philosophy Hall. An irony was not missed: in his days, Allen represented rebellious youth. Now, he is the poet of our time.
Fear is part of what makes travel so enlivening and revelatory. You're perpetually off-balance and on guard. After a while one yearns for the mindlessness of familiar routines.
Every author risks unfavorable review when he or she writes a book. Hemingway received poor reviews and contemporary writers have also not been immune to such undesirable reception.
