American Life

Two decades after the camera tycoon entered the last darkroom, Henry Clune published a thinly veiled roman-à-clef about the morose magnate

The late novelist’s wound was more gaping than most

No filmmaker has explored the imaginative appeal of the Civil War in as much depth or from such diverse angles as Ron Maxwell

Prose may be deathless, but authors are not — and some of us honor those who compose with visits to where they decompose

On the first weekend of every August, Angelica hosts a tournament in its village park during ‘Heritage Days’

I have finally encountered an umpire I would despise, disparage, spit upon, kick, and, yes, kill

It wasn’t supposed to be this way

Heaven’s Gate  is a 200-minute-plus mess of beautiful incoherences and stupefying contradictions

Few in our history have ever switched teams with the dramatic flair of Karl Hess

Ketchum today does not exploit the Hemingway connection

We who refuse to spend our days caressing the wretched rectangle are fast being reduced to second-class citizenhood

From spooning to spoons

We took a side trip to Sonny Bono’s hometown en route to a birthday party in Indiana

Our every visit is scored by songs and films and words disgorged by the world’s entertainment factory

This year, to celebrate my wife’s birthday, I showed her a traffic light

The city, not the waterfall, which remains a source of utter befuddlement

Albert Brisbane somehow avoided sharing the wealth with his neighbors

The Jefferson Memorial still gives off a far better vibe than the Potomac anthills in which the self-important Get Things Done

Remember the last invigorating spasm before the body of the party achieved corpsehood?