When Bill Watterson worked on Calvin and Hobbes, he had no need (and even less desire) to leave the house seeking acclaim or inspiration. Everything he needed was inside his own head.
There's plenty to celebrate this month, so pace yourself.
Library Squad! A group of enraged, middle-aged librarians. We’re brainy. We’re relentless. We’ll hunt you down. We’ll never give up.
When I learned that Alison Bechdel's Fun Home had been turned into a musical, though I usually shy away from anything described as “heart-rending” or “poignant,” I knew I had to go.
How would you react if you knew your plane was about to crash? Thanks to the miraculous Hudson River landing of a disabled US Airways flight five years ago, we have some answers. As you might expect, they range from the ridiculous to the sublime.
Paul Walker, the star of movies about fiery car crashes, just died in a fiery car crash. Death, always, sucks. But an ironic death? Even worse.
Like so many celebrities, Johnny Carson, the beloved king of late-night TV, was a public success and a personal failure. What does that tell us about his enabler, who is currently spilling the beans about his former client?
Years ago I wrote a short story for an obscure Maine literary magazine that paid me two copies for my efforts. Now, thanks to the Internet, that same story has resurfaced in Canada, of all places, bringing me fame, fortune and an unsettling feeling of helplessness.
I was elated when the New York Times recruited me to write for its new blog for Baby Boomers. I was even more thrilled when my essay received more than 100 comments. Then I actually read a few.
When gays come out of the closet, I'm never shocked, because I'm endowed with terrific gaydar— the ability to recognize homosexuals. Does this gift mean I might be a latent lesbian myself?