writers
'Girls' Star Alex Karpovsky Talks 'Tired Moonlight' and Multi-Tasking Like Lena Dunham
You know Alex Karpovsky as Ray Ploshansky, the sardonic coffee shop manager in Girls. For the past decade, however, he's also acted and directed numerous projects in America's independent film scene.
David Gordon on Desperate Characters, Online Sex Chats, and His Sickly Childhood
I interviewed the writer about his new collection, White Tiger on Snow Mountain, and all sorts of other things.
Canadian Charities (Except the Ones Run by Conservatives) Are Under Attack
A string of audits against left-wing charities in Canada has called attention to the CRA's love of auditing "biased" and "politically motivated" groups. Meanwhile, similar organizations with right-wing leanings are doing just fine.
Romance Novelists Don't Know What Fisting Is, and It's Hilarious
Characters in romance novels are "fisting" their dicks. They're fisting their eye sockets. They're fisting one another's underwear. Authors have a lot of ideas about what fisting means, but what you're thinking of is not in there.
Confessions of a Failed Writer
Writing the novel proves torturous. Each day brings with it wrong turns, deletions, lacks of energy, depression, and the constant threat of destruction. I vomit out a first draft in five months. Turns out, publishers don't give a shit about how much...
Anal Queen Asa Akira Talks About Her New Book, 'Insatiable'
We talked about 'Insatiable,' her first book. It's a memoir about her life in the porn industry.
An Interview with Wu Ming, the Mysterious Collective of Anti-Establishment Writers
Talking about Italian politics, sci-fi communist utopias and Luther Blissett.
All the PDA in Salerno
Public displays of affection are part of the daily fabric of life in Italy. In America we are typically guarded when we publically express our affection for others, and it reads as petty and self-involved. Italians are not afflicted this way: Lovers...
Future-Proofing the Printed Word: A Q+A with Richard Nash
Richard Nash, the publisher, answered the door of his apartment in Clinton Hill carrying a big cardboard box filled with paperback books. “You know,” he said, holding the door open for me with his foot, “I don’t think most tech start-ups also have...
Edward Albee
I arrived at Edward Albee’s Tribeca loft at 10 AM. The playwright’s last name is printed clearly next to his buzzer. His voice rumbled through the intercom: “Who is this?” I told him. Silence.