A close encounter with the sport’s most authentic madman
Outside Olympic Park, the most cutthroat, reckless, competitive race of 2012 is already underway.
He saw deputies in their serious hats coming through the restaurant from the kitchen, four white guys who looked like they meant business.
Destroying paintings in order to save them
Revising the Escorial, plus the wonders of Wonder Bread
How a new 14-DVD box set turned me on to the Dead
P. G. Wodehouse’s comic gift was built on his brilliant capacity for repressing unpleasantness.
“The exam went off without a hitch, and from there, stopping just didn’t make sense. Before each Calc test, we convened at Jill’s house to work out the answers.”
Don’t cry for the former Fox star—he’s building a 24/7 media empire in his loopy image.
Fierce, cocky, and built for stardom, Marlen Esparza prepares to fight for the gold at this summer’s Olympic debut of women’s boxing.
Charting the new globe-trotting science of moviemaking
Dwight Macdonald shows us that only a great writer can be a great critic.
Why the latest hyped-up work of staggering genius fizzles
How the comedian Louis C.K. became America’s unlikely conscience
Learning to free dive off Hawaii’s Kona Coast takes iron lungs and steely nerves.
Intense, emotional, and frequently out of control, the hip-hop superstar Kanye West allowed his antics to turn him into a national joke and to earn him the criticism of two American presidents. Would a massive concert tour with his friend and rival Jay-Z offer the troubled rapper a taste of redemption—or disaster?
Never mind that they’re now among the most lucrative forms of entertainment in America, video games are juvenile, silly, and intellectually lazy. At least that’s what Jonathan Blow thinks. But the game industry’s harshest critic is also its most cerebral developer, a maverick bent on changing the way we think about games and storytelling. With his next release, The Witness, Blow may cement his legacy—or end his career. In a multibillion-dollar industry addicted to laser guns and carnivorous aliens, can true art finally flourish?
The complexities and conundrums of reading Philip Roth’s work as autobiography