Thursday, February 7, 2019 - 12:41am
Yiyun Li

Time wasn’t made for us to touch, but Li knows better. She doesn’t dare toy with tomorrow; instead, she strangles a fever dream out of today.

Wednesday, October 10, 2018 - 3:59pm
"A Cinderella Story"

It feels good to watch two people want each other so much that they hate each other, even though they don’t hate each other — not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Wednesday, May 2, 2018 - 4:34pm

A gloriously stunning debut novel, Jana Casale’s “The Girl Who Never Read Noam Chomsky” follows Leda, a college student in Boston, as she navigates her life and identity over the years. It’s a simple setup to a story that somehow talks about everything while seemingly going on about absolutely nothing.

Thursday, April 12, 2018 - 9:25pm
Aveda Institute

At $16 a haircut, the Aveda Institute can’t really be beat. Services are given by students, under the guidance and supervision of their instructors. When I walked in for my first great chop there, all I could think about was how I was playing a very, very dangerous game. I was risking walking out of that place looking like I was wearing a mushroom on my head, and for what? A cheap haircut? Sitting in the lobby, in the throes of my existential malaise, it wasn’t long before my student came down to get me.

Sunday, March 11, 2018 - 2:59pm
"All the Beautiful Girls"

There’s a lot to unpack here.

Sunday, March 4, 2018 - 4:19pm
SJP in "Sex and the City"

I couldn’t help but wonder: What have I been missing?

Wednesday, January 24, 2018 - 4:09pm

“At some point, I decided that I wanted my songs to be vignettes of everything I need to say before I die.”

Sunday, January 21, 2018 - 4:59pm

Romantic for a second and hard for years, the Walls’s life together was dazzling. They were unbreakable, even when they broke each other.

Saturday, January 13, 2018 - 6:00pm

Every time I fly back to St. Louis, I just know that at least one of the security guards I pass on my way to baggage claim will say “howdy” instead of “hello.” The thought always makes me giddy because it means I’m home. It means I’m finally back in the city that has its own cheese and loves baseball with irrevocable abandon. We’re a city that says “howdy.”