Oliver Stone’s new film, W., is about a man many would sooner forget—which didn’t stop him from making it.

We knew it was coming. The News Corp. Death Star has moved into place.

He was the most famous—and controversial—painter of the eighties. But now, with a powerful new movie, and a pinkish Village palazzo, he’s thriving in two more media in which he makes beauty out of bombast.

Reading Tom Perrotta’s new novel, The Abstinence Teacher, you might just imagine that you’ve picked up his last one, Little Children, by mistake.

Teenagers assumed their current form in 1945, says Teenage. No wonder their antics can seem a little stale.

Just a few years ago, New York was so far from the political mainstream that secession seemed a sensible idea. Now, apparently, the road to the White House is an extension of Park Avenue.

Andrew Sullivan strips conservatism to its core, slicing out the fundamentalism. But his most interesting argument is with himself.

From whence does the sublime emerge? In his wonderful new novel, Memorial, Bruce Wagner has some ideas.

Reading Ford, you can feel uplifted and empowered in a way that might make you wonder if his books are really novels at all, and not some sublime species of self-help.

How 9/11 gave way to grief culture.