Scorsese’s The Irishman could be his last venture into the gangster genre, and he leaves us with something entirely new, and very un-Scorsese.
The Harp of Kings is a melding of past and present, introducing reality television tropes to the realm of fantasy. It’s distinctive, but safe enough for the merry throng of YA readers.
Anna Sherman’s travel book about Tokyo reads like no other: part history, part fiction, all grounded in fact. A staggering reassembling of an ancient city turned neon metropolis. (Picador)
John Wick is not a particularly complicated man. He’s hellbent on avenging his dog/car. The third edition is yet more palpable nonsense, but it is very very good nonsense.
Looking for something meaty on Netflix to devour? Sample the insanity of The Kominsky Method.
Netflix’s Bodyguard wonderfully intersperses the British worlds of politeness and extreme violence in a manner that skirts the boundaries of genius.
Yes, we’ve seen it before, but the Lady Gaga/Bradley Cooper reboot of A Star Is Born is strangely fresh.
George Christie’s version of his life as charter president of the Hells Angels is as verbally grandiose as it is proudly grim. Consider it a literary chain across one’s face.
Jessica Knoll’s new book The Favorite Sister is part TV, part feminism, part mechanical bull. Hold on tight.