Why Alan Dershowitz wants DePaul professor Norman Finkelstein fired.
Author Archives: Jeffrey Felshman
Coming-of-Age Novel, Bittersweet, Side of Fries
Southwest-side native John McNally comes home to Duke’s Drive-In.
And Then I Got Called a Pussy Faggot
All the flak he’s been catching for his inflammatory stamp art has persuaded Al Brandtner that he really is an artist.
A Neo-Futurist Never Looks Back
A profile of Greg Allen, founder of the Neo-Futurists, in midlife.
A Neo-Futurist Never Looks Back
After a painful divorce and a three-year hiatus, the creator of the long-running Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind is recharged and looking to expand the franchise.
Winnifred Birts
Winnifred Birts didn’t want to leave Rogers Park, but in December her building went condo. She was riding the bus crying when another passenger asked her what was wrong. When Birts told her, the bus rider said, “Girl, go talk to my landlord. They’re pretty good, and they take Section 8.” Birts considers her new […]
How to Win the War on Drugs
Picnics, dancing, bowling–these are all part of a local program for convicted drug offenders that’s cheaper and more effective than prison.
The Cubbalist
Rabbi Byron Sherwin knows how to lift the Cubs’ curse. But don’t ask him to do it.
Geoffrey Mac
Formerly a latex-wearing, fire-breathing club kid–he quit after burning half his face–27-year-old clothing designer Geoffrey Mac moved four years ago at the suggestion of a squeamish landlord. “We have a line of latex, so I have a lot of fetish clients, and a lot of freaks were coming in at two in the morning wanting […]
The Cubbalist
Rabbi Byron Sherwin knows how to lift the Cubs’ curse. But don’t ask him to do it.
Rebecca Wolfram
Except for a cat who stays in the basement and shies from men, Rebecca Wolfram lives alone in her century-old house in Little Village, painting in her attic studio and playing the violin. In the front room, which doubles as a private gallery, are five small paintings of women in the branks, or scold’s bridle, […]
George Klauba
About three years ago George Klauba arrived home from his afternoon walk to find two birds coupling missionary style on his doorstep. The bird on its back had its wings spread as wide as they could go, wide enough for Klauba to see what looked like an armpit. “It was all a pale white, and […]