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Monday is the busiest day to visit the Magic Kingdom with an average wait time of thirty-eight minutes. Not that visitors seem to mind. Sure people can buy a one-time fast pass to bypass the standby line for a popular attraction. But they don’t care because they’re all
Rachel Kushner’s dispassionate novel has all the makings of an existential spy thriller. There’s a cynical undercover agent, a mysterious sage who communicates only by email and a radical commune of eco-anarchists scratching out an existence in rural southwest France. The undercover agent is a cocksure Sadie Smith.
Up in the sky, it’s like a miracle. The sun is setting and the clouds above the horizon have heaved and shifted and parted to create a giant sun-filled crucifix, steaming rays of golden light. It’s only for a moment. And then it’s gone.
It’s 1977 and writer William S. Burroughs is being interviewed on a Canadian television talk show. It’s a simple set. Peter Gzowski is the host in a suit behind a fake wood desk and potted plants. Hot lights, large glass ashtray, yellow legal pad lined with questions. William
Laura Blackett and Eve Gleichman pull off a neat trick with “A Very Nice Box”. They manage to write an entire debut novel hitting every rom-com beat necessary and then flip it by turning the love interest into the villain who they literally, figuratively and metaphorically trap in a box