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Review: The Butt

Will Self’s The Butt
Somehow one is surprised — if one is a semi-conscious literary journalist like me — by the discovery that Will Self has continued to produce books.

By: JAMES PARKER | November 26, 2008

HBO does the ‘Southern Vampire’
With regard to this whole nouveau vampire thing, this revitalized appreciation for the undead, I should declare myself at the outset a more or less complete philistine.

By: JAMES PARKER | September 02, 2008

The truth is up there

Clouds, sun dogs, and the dream of an atmospheric education . . . How one former TV reporter brought his sky gospel to the people
The sky’s on the move again, he can feel it.

By: JAMES PARKER | August 22, 2008

Beijing sting

Exposed: A top-secret government memorandum, obtained this past week by the Phoenix, gives the games away
Greetings, faithful steward of information!

By: JAMES PARKER | August 08, 2008

Visions from Lilliput

The rise of the minisode
In a sense, every successful portmanteau word represents a narrow escape.

By: JAMES PARKER | July 28, 2008

Me and my tattoos

One Man’s Inky Voyage Toward Meaning
I know that most people get their first tattoo when they’re drunk, or infatuated, or when there’s a race war on their cellblock and they have to quickly join a gang — but not me.

By: JAMES PARKER | July 23, 2008

Our superheroes, ourselves

What the current crop of comic-book action movies tells us about America's identity crisis
Is there a breed of person more tenderly optimistic, more winsomely hopeful for the best, more loyal to the possibility of good, than the American summer moviegoer?

By: JAMES PARKER | July 09, 2008

Black Gold digs the crude

Oiled up
If the poet John Milton were with us today and casting about for a theme epic enough to engage his imagination, I am confident that he would settle on oil .

By: JAMES PARKER | June 10, 2008

Agent Zimmerman

Bob Dylan? A CIA spy? Wait . . . now it all makes sense. (Or as much sense as his lyrics make, anyway.)
I had just removed his hand — gently, I hope — from my knee when the man in the off-white linen suit told me that he was the one who recruited Bob Dylan into the CIA.

By: JAMES PARKER | November 20, 2007

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