On Being Human Redux: Frankenstein Underground, by Mike Mignola and Ben Stenbeck

When I wrote “On Being Human,” I wrote an essay on Mike Mignola’s “Hellboy.” “Frankenstein Underground” expands on Mignola’s pulpy universe, giving us a fun graphic novel about Frankenstein’s monster. Continue reading On Being Human Redux: Frankenstein Underground, by Mike Mignola and Ben Stenbeck

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Translation Tuesdays: Murder Most Serene, by Gabrielle Wittkop @ NYJB

Venice, renown the world over for its beauty and riches, becomes the setting for Gabrielle Wittkop’s Murder Most Serene. The slim novella opens in the latter days of the Serene Republic of Venice, in 1796. Corruption, both moral and physical, run rampant, creating a fetid atmosphere of gorgeous decay and depravity. Events center around the unfortunate household of Count Alvise Lanzi, an elderly bookish aristocrat whose wives mysteriously end up dying. The mysterious deaths are not investigated Agatha Christie-style, but create a curdled and festering air of conspiracy and rumor. This isn’t Venice with beautiful sunsets and romance on the … Continue reading Translation Tuesdays: Murder Most Serene, by Gabrielle Wittkop @ NYJB

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Although of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself: A Road Trip with David Foster Wallace, by David Lipsky

“Although of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself: A Road Trip with David Foster Wallace,” by David Lipsky offers a unique look into the mind of an amazing writer. Continue reading Although of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself: A Road Trip with David Foster Wallace, by David Lipsky

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Guest Blogging: LETTER TO OUR DRUNK-ASS NEIGHBOR, by Brian Alan Ellis

Via Dear Drunk-Ass Neighbor, Sorry we had to have the cops wake you up this morning, bro. You must be real tired from having drunkenly slammed so hard into my girlfriend’s car this morning that the taillight shattered and the gas tank lid completely popped off. How did we know it was you? Well, aside from the cop mentioning to us that you smelled like a Vodka Red Bull sprinkled with date rape and failure but lit on fire (my metaphor) when you answered the door in your underwear looking like Nicolas Cage in Leaving Las Vegas right before he … Continue reading Guest Blogging: LETTER TO OUR DRUNK-ASS NEIGHBOR, by Brian Alan Ellis

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