Willie Nelson is still composing at a furious rate. In his autobiography, he recounts the circumstances, both musical and personal, that inspired 160 of his best-known songs.
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The Pulitzer prize-winning author of “Blood Meridian,” “All the Pretty Horses,” and “The Road” went his own way, but was still very much in the American grain.
I should know. I went to school there.
In our yearly list of destinations we think our readers would enjoy in the coming year, we’ve got something for everybody.
The Aran Islands guarding the mouth of Galway Bay may be small, but they possess an uncanny power to enchant visitors.
The singer, songwriter and rock ‘n’ roll wild man died at his home near Memphis.
In two very different books, Hilton Als and Nick Hornby tackle pop music’s most protean sexual avatar.
In “Hollywood Ending,” New Yorker reporter Ken Auletta meticulously chronicles the rise and ignominious fall of Harvey Weinstein, and the culture that enabled him.
It’s certainly the most famously walkable, thanks to James Joyce, and among the most hospitable.
Before Liotta impressed people in “Goodfellas,” he upended Jonathan Demme’s screwball comedy “Something Wild” and scared the living hell out of everyone who saw it.