Amelia Butler-Gallie

Prose style matters less than access to toxic love, pain and suffering… and a light smattering of suicide and violent death

How do we recognize the real manifestation of evil in the world? Two new books set out to answer this question and prove that it is a timely one

As it stands, its place as a literary locus in the American canon is a fraught one

This month marks the sixtieth anniversary of the birth of hippie culture itself

Until August has a curiously half-baked feel, as if it’s a souvenir of a great man’s legacy rather than a work in itself