Jeff Barnosky
During his first year of school, Jeff Barnosky believed that each of his teachers was Bea Arthur in disguise. Especially Mr. Roberts. He lives in Philadelphia, he dies in Cleveland and he questions the true nature of all existence in Toronto. He's been published in McSweeney's, Pindeldyboz, Exquisite Corpse, and the late, much missed Haypenny.
The Norman Rockwell–Axl Rose Correspondence
He keeps pulling out the “Paul Westerberg’s more difficult to deal with than Axl Rose” line. And I think, “Yeah, of course.” Wouldn't Van Gogh be more difficult than Norman Rockwell? (Laughs.) —Harp Magazine Dear Norman: When it finally... 
If Checkpoint Were Based on Conversations I’ve Had with My Grandparents
grandfather: You don’t like ham. me: That’s not true. I like ham. grandfather: Well, what am I going to do with all this ham I bought if you don’t like ham? Why are you so picky anyway? I bet you...
What Would Sammy Do?
or How I Became a Kabbalist As far back as I can remember I’ve wanted to be Jewish. Walking home from Catholic school, trying to memorize the Hail Mary, I’d pass by the cabstand where all of the kids from...
My Date with Harold Bloom
He was a perfect gentleman. I won’t pretend that I was anything more than a naïve, semi-talented literary canon maker who had come to the esteemed professor and critic for some professional guidance. We met at Blasambe, the hip uptown...
Sexyin' Up the Classics
Turn Your Head Away from the Camera and Just Screw by Henry James The video held us, around the monitor, sufficiently breathless, except for the way too obvious remark that “everything was very green”, as the video of a young...
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