The rebels in Paul Thomas Anderson’s movie resemble the Weather Underground less than the right’s conspiratorial image of “antifa supersoldiers.”

Shadow Ticket may be an exercise in restraint. But what is a Pynchon novel without its sense of unruly bigness?

Not Haruki Murakami, that’s for sure.

Not Haruki Murakami, that’s for sure.

The only thing we know for sure is that the Swedish Academy won’t have Philip Roth to kick around anymore.

Alex Ross Perry’s moody portrait of stifled creativity and tense relationships

There might not be a better time to recognize the accomplishments of the master chronicler of American dread.

Literary speculation begun by Harper’s Magazine is traced to an author in Hawaii—A.J. Perry