Some say its instinctual, the hunger, others cluck their tongues and look the other way. Both parties agree, you can’t trust Tuca with your eggs.
Dutch writer, competitive cyclist, and chess master Tim Krabbé understands that, to win the Tour de France, you must beat the Devil.
An interview with the Giller Prize finalist on role models and finding your authentic self.
Comedy writers—including some of those featured in Mike Sacks’ new Poking a Dead Frog—used to worry that connectedness would kill the sitcom. But if old sitcoms were about the scarcity of information, today’s are about too much.
The author of Crimes Against My Brother speaks with Craig Davidson on the presence of God in his fiction, working class characters, and not condescending to the religious.
Twenty-five years ago, Bo Jackson famously hit a lead-off bomb in the 1989 All-Star Game just before his first Nike commercial aired. This excerpt from Michael Weinreb’s Bigger Than the Game: Bo, Boz, the Punky QB, and How the ’80s Created the Modern Athlete tells the story behind the campaign.
All faces are lies—we adjust them to match the selves we want to present—but the faces of the blind show the difference between what we perceive and what is there.
As the World Cup winds down, the inquest into the Hillsborough disaster that killed 96 football supporters continues in England. Bill Buford reported on the tragedy in his 1990 classic Among the Thugs, excerpted here.
Driving 14,000 desperation-fuelled miles in 1979 gave William Least Heat-Moon the story for the essential American travelogue. Putting that story on the page gave him the best possible version of a life that had been going nowhere.
The author of The Imperfectionists and, now, The Rise & Fall of Great Powers on placelessness, the virtues of disappearing, and terrible ways to think about life.
Leather Space Man’s bloodthirsty single has been outlawed. All that’s left are the minor celebrities (and the dead bodies).
In the 19th century, Spiritualists invoked “Indian guides” at their séances. White mediums rendered these ghosts about as sensitively as one might expect, but their words are more surprising.
Ebola is nightmare fuel: a biological doomsday device conspiring with our bodies to murder us in uniquely gruesome fashion. It’s also killed fewer than 2,000 people. How has a virus with such a modest body count so fiercely captured the darkest corners of our imagination?
Colson Whitehead was miserable when he entered the World Series of Poker. But poker is a perfect game for the miserable—and for a writer.
That the pill can lead to depression, even severe depression, is a truism among women who take it. So why is the clinical link so controversial and difficult to establish?
Sholem’s hunt for an apartment takes him to the brink of desperation: Facebook.
Odd Future’s Adult Swim series, Loiter Squad, may resemble Jackass in its approach to humour, but it accomplishes something much closer to Chappelle’s Show.
In the aftermath of rape, and throughout the two-year-long rape trial, I was obsessed with dangerous animals. This is how I went from prey to predator.
Before Flight 370, there was the Mary Celeste—a disaster, shrouded in mystery, whose facts have been obscured by the legends it spawned.
In 1976, William H. Gass wrote a philosophical inquiry into blue that was really more about language. Turns out that how we see “blue” can tell us a lot about how we see the world.