For Amusement Only: The Life and Death of the American Arcade by Laura June

*this one’s not printable



Picasso, Tate, 1960: the world’s first ‘art blockbuster’ by Tim Adams



The Squid Hunter by David Grann



Here Is What Happens When You Cast Lindsay Lohan in Your Movie by Stephen Rodrick



The Fallacy of the Baseball Hall of Fame by Jonah Keri



Soul Men: The Making of The Blues Brothers by Ned Zeman

There was a budget for cocaine.

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Excerpted from his book Methland, Nick Reding Reconstructs the Hallucination.



Did “Thriller” Really Sell a Hundred Million Copies? by Bill Wyman

Printables: The Human Centipede; Or, How to Move to New York by Elissa Bassist


Published in the Paris Review Daily

“I’d lived in Brooklyn less than a month but had already settled into an inexplicable depression I’d nicknamed The Darkness. I couldn’t leave my apartment, except to attend class in Manhattan two nights a week. Sitting on the F train, I felt sure no one could lived in New York without a constantly replenished supply of antidepressants, courtesy of some kind of pharmaceutical Fresh Direct.”

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Printables: Is documentary-style photography dead?


Nan Goldin writes in the afterword of the rerelease of The Ballad of Sexual Dependency:

“I am terrified that everything I believe about photography, about this work, is over because of the computer and easy manipulation of images it facilitates. This work was always about reality, the hard truth, and there was never any artifice. I have always believed that my photographs capture a moment that is real, without setting anything up.”

Kate Wolf dissects “photography’s ability to factually represent a certain version of the truth” in the LA Review of Books

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Printables: My Marvel Years by Jonathan Lethem


Excerpted from the London Review of Books:

“I’d be kidding if I claimed anyone much cherishes the comics of Kirby’s ‘return to Marvel’ period. Even for souls who take these things all too seriously, those comics have no real place in the history: they define only a clumsy mis-step in a dull era at Marvel, before the brief renaissance signalled by the ascent of the Chris Claremont X-Men. Here, joining the chorus of the indifferent, is Kirby himself, from an interview in Comics Journal which ranged over his whole glorious career:

Interviewer: ‘It always seemed like your last stint at Marvel was a little half-hearted.’

Kirby: ‘Yeah.’”

Read in full here

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