Peter Cook and John Belushi were two comics cut from the same cloth, dosed in booze, stuck in the top of a bottle and lit afire.
Bart Layton’s first feature is a combination between heist movie and documentary, giving a real edge to a tired genre.
George Christie’s version of his life as charter president of the Hells Angels is as verbally grandiose as it is proudly grim. Consider it a literary chain across one’s face.
Don’t be fooled by the cover, Megan Abbott’s book is a true powerhouse, flitting between two vivid timelines. Go read it.
The sixth Mission Impossible adventure is much more than an advertisement for Tom Cruise’s cardio program, it’s a white-knuckle ride with a knowing smirk on its face.
Lynne Vincent McCarthy’s stunning debut novel is a grating example of a character gone awry. It’s terror visited under glass, and well worth an examination.
Father John Misty is an island upon himself. In his latest effort, he’s moved away from the politicism of his earlier work, to a more universal flow: The h.opelessness of one’s heart.
Jessica Knoll’s new book is part TV, part feminism, part mechanical bull. Hold on tight.
Janelle Monáe’s ‘Dirty Computer’ takes the tired and dead and makes it breathe again.
Courtney Barnett may be known to us for quite some time, but never has she made us feel quite so much.