Theme Essay by Martha Nichols
Those who believe the fey little spinster never took off her ghostly white dress may require smelling salts.
Those who believe the fey little spinster never took off her ghostly white dress may require smelling salts.
There I see, not only reflected but clarified and articulated in ways I hadn’t imagined possible, the inside of myself.
Poor Manderley. You are now possessed by Rebecca—or at least by her enormous head.
Superman saves the world from physical threats, but it's Batman who saves America from its existential fears.
When does an 'adaptation' become a new creative work altogether?
Prose poems are just unstable enough to offer a vibrant mix of the bizarre and the conventional.
The writer in me wants Boo’s nuanced journalism to trounce Boyle’s Hollywood portrayal of the Mumbai slums.
The private experience of horror is intensely personal. It taps my memories; it raises my ghosts.