Bill Kauffman

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

The writer has made a literary reputation on his fluid narratives of late eighteenth and nineteenth-century Southern history

Is it possible to love a science, or any branch of knowledge, despite one’s abysmal ignorance thereof?