Sportswriters who promoted the cult of Penn State coach Joe Paterno now profess themselves shocked that one of his former assistants is an alleged serial child molester. Anyone who understands the business of Division I collegiate football programs should have noticed the contrary evidence long ago.
What's worse than a money manager who swindles his clients, friends and relatives of $20 billion? How about a son of the swindler who tries to capitalize on his father's crime by writing a book about it?
Hemingway fought his big fish; I still fight the surf. Especially when the sea lets me forget that my body's growing older.
Just when the banalities of our pop culture had all but destroyed my faith in my fellow Americans, an epiphany restored my faith. It occurred, of all places, on the Boardwalk by the Jersey shore.
That aging hippie selling tie-dyed tank tops on the Wildwood boardwalk shared a lot in common with me— including a refusal to turn our backs on the Age of Aquarius.
When Patti Smith and Just Kids get rolling, it's absorbing as both a double rags-to-riches tale and the documenting of a seminal time in American life and culture, told by a woman who was in the thick of much of it and who has been blessed with the sensibility and literary talent to bring it to high-definition life.
When I worked for underground papers in the '70s, we counter-culture journalists didn't seem to know what we were doing. Yet it's hard to imagine journalism today without the innovations pioneered by our scruffy band of radicals.
The Rolling Stones' infamous guitarist/songwriter Keith Richards may have been a junkie, but I've never been so completely taken by a person through his writing.
When you're a twice-divorced 73-year-old, living in a trailer and feeling helpless to save the world from going to hell, an invincible fictitious hero like Lee Child's Jack Reacher makes an inspiring companion, even if he is a closet fascist.
What's worse than having your brains punched out in the ring? How about having your courage and integrity watered down into a Hollywood cliché?