Thomas Pynchon

As far as the outside world was concerned, Star Wars got Cannes 2018 back to the noisy prominence it so craves. Fireworks burst over the Croisette on (...)

This article may contain spoilers. Possibly. The word has been so semantically unstable of late that we’re not entirely sure. Speaking to Benedict Cu(...)

“When I leave the stage I’ll be the most famous man in America,” John Wilkes Booth, one of the lesser lights in a 19th-century acting family, is alleg(...)

Back in the heady days of 2015, it was thought that singer and eternal tester of patience Morrissey had taken the bad celebrity novel to the limit in (...)

You can barely focus on Duncan Jones’s fourth feature for the mists of goodwill floating about the thing. Following the disaster that was Warcraft, th(...)

There is no Hallmark card or self-help brochure that says “so you’ve ruined Daniel Day-Lewis”, but if there were I’d be handing one over to Paul Thoma(...)

“Dream tonight of peacock tails and diamond fields . . .” wrote Thomas Pynchon in his richly imaginative novel V. The newly opened Jonnmar showroom in(...)

“B and I were both petite, pale, and prone to sunburn. We had dark hair, pointy chins, and skinny wrists; we wore size six shoes. If you reduced each (...)

He is almost forgotten now, but 50 years ago Richard Fariña seemed poised for fame. The only issue was whether he would follow a literary or a musical(...)

Have we killed Paul Thomas Anderson? We are in Paris. The director is nearing the end of two days’ publicity for his elegiac, pretzel- plotted (...)