The Misread City

IF it weren't for the '80s Village Voice, I probably would not be a journalist. (The world, I expect, would be a better place.) Th...

TODAY I have another piece in Salon, this one about the folding of New York magazine into a biweekly, and the resulting conversa...

LORD know this book does not need any more praise, but I want to wave the tattered American flag for George Packer's The Unwinding , whi...

RECENTLY I went to the Annenberg Beach House -- the same spot on which William Randolph Hearst once built a 110-room love nest for his affai...

IT’S almost impossible to find a word that can be changed in Peter Rainer’s film criticism, or a way to express an idea better t...

SOMETIME during that hazy, gray zone around Christmas and New Year’s Day, one of LA’s finest scribes left town, maybe for good. ...

A few years ago -- before the crash, back when everything seemed to me moving forward more or less fine -- I went to New York to interview t...

WE were supposed to be entering a laptop wielding, latte-sipping world where the Internet made us all more "connected," weren'...

SO far the most acclaimed first-person account of the current Iraq War is "Generation Kill," in which LA journalist evan wright em...