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Pistol Pete was a brilliant and possibly insane player who sadly predated basketball’s highlight age.

Come on, Martin Amis, you can do worse than this.

Against the Day is exhausting, twisted, and paranoid. But that doesn’t mean Pynchon can’t also be fun.

Laura Kipnis engages in a very ambitious analysis�what ails women?�but fails to deliver a cure.

In his new novel about a Sudanese refugee, Dave Eggers delivers nothing short of genius.

Andrew Sullivan strips conservatism to its core, slicing out the fundamentalism. But his most interesting argument is with himself.

Can notorious pickup artist Neil Strauss really leave the game behind?

Orson Welles eats his biographer.

From whence does the sublime emerge? In his wonderful new novel, Memorial, Bruce Wagner has some ideas.

Why the latest chatter about friendship doesn’t feel very relevant to New York.