Paris Review editor Lorin Stein remembers the recently shuttered Lakeside Lounge, where he heard Jason Morphew and the Reachers play, and where the photo booth took "magically good photos."
Jennifer WildThe Chicago-based poet Michael Robbins is heroin for literary nerds and music nerds alike. Britney Spears, Pink, and Buju Banton have all crashed the gates of Robbins's poetry, which began appearing last year in the New Yorker; his newest piece in that magazine, "Lust For Life" ( ... More >>
Vikings, asses, and LSD—Voice writers pick their favorite books of the year
This month marks the publication of Frederick Seidel's new Poems 1959-2009, feted variously in the Times and in this paper. Last Tuesday, in an inspired maneuver, the Russian Samovar invited Ta-Nehisi Coates and Benjamin Kunkel to read from the book. Coates, perversely, chose "Boys," a poem about ... More >>
In the week we talked Charlie Gibson into saying our name, twice, we apparently made fun of the Hold Steady for being middle-aged, although that wasn't really exactly what we meant to say. Right wingers still really hate Janeane Garofalo, huh? Other interviews: Smog's Bill Callahan on his new Somet ... More >>
Frederick Seidel, the 73-year-old motorcycle-and-luxury obsessed poet, is the subject of a long profile in yesterday's New York Times Magazine, ranging over everything from Seidel's infamous "Climbing Everest" ("A naked woman my age is just a total nightmare") to his childhood in St Louis, where the ... More >>
The dark menagerie of Everything Ravaged, Everything Burned
After the New Yorker, a real press photo, maybe. The poet Michael Robbins lives in Chicago, quotes both Lil Wayne and Paul Muldoon fluently, and studs his criticism with punchlines like "This sort of thing is why punk rock had to be invented." His January 12 debut in the New Yorker, "Alien Vs. Pre ... More >>
Rilke takes some heat; New Yorker film critic thinks, 'Jeez, kids, enough already!'