AGAINST LOVE: A POLEMIC Laura Kipnis Pantheon The title of the latest from cultural critic Laura Kipnis’s seems tactically misleading. Romantic love makes a juicy target for a would-be enfant terrible–the apparent ambition of a writer who opens her book with a “Reader’s Advisory” that warns us to “Please fasten your seatbelts: we are about […]
Sociologist David Grazian became interested in urban blues clubs soon after arriving here to pursue his PhD at the University of Chicago in 1995. New in town and needing a break from academia, Grazian was drawn out of Hyde Park to the north side by the “nighttime distractions” of clubs like B.L.U.E.S. and Kingston Mines. […]
To this day I maintain the confused respect for Christianity I acquired in my youth, when out of concern for my reputation as well as my everlasting soul, I began to go to church.
Not long after John Lennon’s death in 1980, an earnest 16-year-old from LaGrange named Steve Darnall visited a local forum on gun control. While speaking to a woman legislator, Darnall began to cry, apologizing for becoming so emotional. The woman told him not to be embarrassed, because the world needs more people with strong feelings. […]
From priest to attorney to mystery novelist–you wouldn’t describe David Walker’s resume as typical. But there is a certain continuity to his vocational history: an interest in language, the study of character, and the truth behind things. Walker mentions one thing that priests and attorneys have in common: both spend their time “dealing with people […]
Anyone who’s lived in a college dorm–especially a girls’ dorm–will recognize the backdrop of Edith Skom’s newest mystery, The Charles Dickens Murders. Set in the 1940s at the University of Chicago and in the present at “Midwestern University,” a college just outside Chicago (which is not necessarily a certain school in Evanston, Skom says coyly), […]
On the court everything comes into focus: the guys I’m up against, the struggle to dominate, the asphalt, the net–and my life.
I was mugged. All of a sudden, this five-foot-two chick was taking my wallet. Later, I couldn’t even tell the police what she had been wearing, but I remembered her voice, so deep and strange, sort of artificial. Or maybe it was my ears–my hearing may have been thrown off by the circumstances. I tried […]