Bill Kauffman

The wonderfully idiosyncratic sporting variant achieved extraordinary popularity in rural Iowa

Since democracy is dead in New York, I write in dead persons

The fringes of fame, the outer purlieus of power, are always much more interesting than the epicenter

‘My forty-five-year-old self is inhabiting my nine-year-old body’

When I go on an early 1970s jag — revisiting the golden age of American cinema — I can never bring myself to rewatch Five Easy Pieces