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Verisimilitude is something I am constantly seeking in fiction. I am looking for surface detail that makes something seem real.
A suit is just a suit: a practical garment, not a ceremonial robe; it can be worn out to dinner with friends or for a visit to an art gallery. Its... →
Anything that encourages a boy to open a book, in a world of more violent and therefore more compelling video games, is something I'm going to... →
Calls for the simplification of abstract or allusive art have always come from governments suspicious of artists themselves. This is why totalitarian... →
Fashion has always been in conflict with convention. Style involves some knowledge of both. But you can pretty much forget these seasonal injunctions.
Have you noticed the people most likely to be up in arms about governments apparently spying on us tend to be the most non-private people you know?... →
Here is a fundamental conflict in educated society: We are not supposed to value beauty so highly, and yet who can defend against its sheer power to... →
I dislike turtlenecks at the best of times, as they are always unflattering to the imperfect male physique, but when worn in combination with a... →
I went to Queen's - a fine university with the proudly stupidest frosh week in the country. This was, when I was there, supposed to be somehow... →
Men over 60 often think that if they wear athletic shoes - soft-soled referee shoes or hiking shoes or actual running shoes - then they will look... →
Most critics of gender division are women, and they're worried about girls and the roles presented for them by gendered entertainments. They are... →
One of the qualities essential to writing exciting stories, whether for page or screen, is an ability to abandon one's morality. We simply cannot... →
Possibly the strangest book ever made, the 'Codex Seraphinianus' is an encyclopedia of an imaginary world, with illegible calligraphy - it is... →