We talked to locals and fans to piece together the life of Geoffrey Brindle—the mysterious man who walks around the town Bradford in a robe and sandals well-wishing strangers.
He's hopeful that more debris will wash up in different places, giving authorities a better chance at backtracking to the crash site.
People say they're drug fronts. Turns out they just sell pretty flowers to people who may or may not have fucked something up.
What satisfaction do you really get from being the Batman, when his gadgets do all the detective work?
We spoke to a marine biologist to understand how some coral provoked a police investigation.
While I was writing a history of a forbidden love affair that ended in a murder and a mysterious death, I began to dream myself into the worst part of my narrative.
Pynchon's cameo in the upcoming movie version of Inherent Vice will represent the first time the author has appeared in public in decades, but it's not as if the man is some kind of ghost.
Martine Baret has been investigating for suspicious Parisians for nearly 50 years.
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Seattle has a lonely, outdated soda machine that has been spitting out canned beverages for upwards of 15 years—but no one seems to know who restocks, maintains, or collects money from the thing. It also births a random selection of sodas from its "myster…
Nearly 1,000 people were injured in Russia yesterday when a meteor exploded somewhere over the Ural Mountains. But crazy cosmic phenomena are nothing new in the Ural range.
Three hundred years ago at the Grenadier Pub in London, a young soldier named Cedric was violently beaten to death after being caught cheating at a game of cards. Some people believe the young soldier's ghost still haunts the old bar. VICE Mystery Hunter
This is one of James Purdy's last unpublished manuscripts. Written in 1978, the short play is every bit as uncompromising and brutal as his fiction.