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It was early in the morning, Abraham arose betimes, he had the asses saddled, left his tent, and Isaac with him, but Sarah looked out of th...

The dialogue around The Childhood of Jesus so far insists on a few things; namely, allegory, socialism, and the enigma of the title. The mi...

I suspect much of it is particular to me, but Love is the Law is the second novel by Nick Mamatas that I've read (the other being Bulle...

Stoker is the sort of movie that, even as it slips out of memory, does so with a gleeful whisper. Its forgetability seems, as it goes, less...

I feel bad for how little interest I felt in reading Jon Piñeda's Apology: A Novel ; some of my ambivalence, I suspect, has to do with h...

Carrie was the sort of movie that saw me catching myself, repeatedly, laughing at my own apophenia. It is the sort of film that begs to be ...