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.
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.
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.
My first "HuffPost Books" piece was posted a year ago this month, and I'd like to use that trivial anniversary to thank commenters for introducing me to many authors and novels I had never read before.
Today, the environmentally conscious clothing company Patagonia Inc. launches "The Patagonia Music Collective" by releasing two 11-track bundles that are part of an ongoing series intended to be a new model for green giving.