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I have become a boss, a development I had spent a fair portion of my working life trying to prevent.
Fifty years after ‘Interview With the Vampire,’ Anne Rice’s New Orleans still offers a seductive view of immortality — and a long account of...
I don't mind that college football players are being paid. I mind that we have constructed an elaborate apparatus for paying them while continuing to...
In the inaugural episode of “Sessions,” we talk with two Arkansas writers receiving major literary honors this year: Jeffrey Condran, winner of...
Graphic novelist Nate Powell talks “Diana,” the rhythms of comics and what remains of the punk ethic as an artist grows older.
With ‘Diana,’ Nate Powell completes an Arkansas trilogy whose restless art and intricate storytelling explore music, memory and the difficulty of...
Americans claim a peculiar prerogative: the right to become someone else.
Reissues from Elvis Costello, Hole, Coleman Hawkins and the Beatles offer another chance to hear what made the records matter in the first place.
His technique gives objects the authority of evidence: this existed, this had weight, this occupied space.
Albert Bloch was the American in the Blue Rider.
I am fascinated by a man on the Internet who calls himself José Monkey. His shtick is that he can take 15 or 20 seconds of video shot by someone in...
The 35th Hot Springs Documentary Film Festival looks at what cameras preserve, what they change and how nonfiction filmmakers make sense of a world...
I am fascinated by a man on the Internet who calls himself José Monkey. His shtick is that he can take 15 or 20 seconds of video shot by someone in...
In Melissa Cowper-Smith’s handmade-paper painting, weather becomes memory, atmosphere becomes matter and beauty takes on an ominous weight.
“North by Northwest” is about the dangerous instability of appearances, made by a director who spent his career demonstrating how eagerly...
An old column returns under the name its writer wanted all along, looking beyond recipes to the pleasures, stories and dangers we pour into a glass.
In 1548, Martin Guerre stole some grain from his father, with whom he already had an uneasy relationship. Disgraced, Guerre abandoned his wife and...
I was walking toward the showers after my workout when I heard a commotion and a thump. People ran past me. I did not see the man fall. There were a...
I watch more sports than some people who describe themselves as serious fans, which is a contradiction that has crept into my life without my noticing...
My interest was piqued when I saw a dubious poll naming Casey's pizza the best in Northwest Arkansas.
We like the idea of nice things, but not the expense, inconvenience and obligation that come with keeping them. Then we are genuinely surprised when...
In her remarkable first collection of short fiction, Little Rock writer Hope Coulter considers the stories people inherit, the ones they invent and...
When I was 7, my father gave me a cut-down 7-iron and showed me how to wrap my hands around the hard leather grip and interlock the little finger of...
The Constitution of the United States of America may be the most enthusiastically defended unread document in history, aside from the terms-of-service...
Tasjan, who will play Little Rock's White Water Tavern on Thursday, has never seemed particularly interested in remaining inside whatever box the...
"Five Questions" is an invitation to an articulate person to think out loud. "Get Over It, Underdog," Nashville singer-songwriter and guitarist Aaron...
She calls it "light" Parkinson's.
Mark Lynas’ “Six Minutes to Winter” asks why we stopped worrying about nuclear war. Arkansans have particular reason to remember what can go wrong.
Guillermo del Toro’s dark fairy tale, screening Thursday at Little Rock’s CALS Ron Robinson Theater, has grown into an essential film of this...
There was a time when we thought we knew what an amateur is.
Artificial intelligence can give everyone a song. It might also eliminate the ordeal that gives music meaning.
It was 25 years ago today that Karen and I escaped from Canada.
The records considered here have little in common but persistence.
I dismissed the cheerful coach after 10 minutes. Nearly two seasons later, I understand that his kindness is not innocence but something fashioned...
I'm glad my 89-year-old mother doesn't have email.
A century after “The Castle” appeared, we live among chatbots, algorithms and institutions where everybody seems to have authority but nobody can...
At 4 p.m. on the afternoon of Sept. 6, 1901, the doors of the Temple of Music in Buffalo, N.Y., swung open and the public began filing past the...
After a lifetime spent arguing about movies, David Thomson wonders whether they deserved all that attention.
Streaming doesn’t just change what we watch. It changes what it means for television to have a season.
Dolly Parton died on Aug. 25. Six days later, Wendell Berry died.
Cotton Plant’s claim on Sister Rosetta Tharpe is not provincial homerism. She did not help invent this music despite coming from Cotton Plant. In an...
My wife grew up with the German proverb Eigenlob stinkt: Self-praise stinks.
In ‘Dèy,’ Edwidge Danticat turns away from the gunman and toward the survivor, tracing the quieter violence that begins after the shooting stops.
It is easy to forget that in the main we die only seven times more slowly than our dogs.
A newly discovered fishing-trip debate between Ted Williams and Bobby Doerr reveals the rarest kind of mastery: knowing how to do something and being...
On Aug. 29, 1966, the most famous band in the world walked away from touring. The Beatles had spent three years turning sports arenas and fairgrounds...
After surviving rockets, anvils and corporate erasure, the determined predator finally gets his day in court.
Three strikes and you're out: less a baseball rule than a cosmic inevitability, or so we pretend. The phrase long ago escaped the ballpark and now...
Two compelling new books — one about singer-songwriter Elliott Smith, the other about an unsolved double murder in Alaska — reckon with the...
Paul Greenberg, this newspaper's late legendary editorial page editor and columnist, understood an Arkansas summer is less a season than a...