One iteration that secured a steady foothold in the hearts of many youth of my era was the cartoon series linked inexorably to a robotically-animated plush bear with a cassette player in his back: Teddy Ruxpin.

This was once a place of joy and light and laughter. Now it is simply another ruin.
But don’t for a moment mistake my reminicsing as a voice of dispair. I am not so much clouded in my judgement of these …

Looking back through my archives I discovered a neat little writing-theme idea (from about four years back) that I never really followed through on: two line reviews of books. Quick and to the point: just two sentences. And, as I …

By Robert Graves
I’ve never given much time to classical fiction. Call it a shortcoming if you will, but I tend to find myself leaning towards modern fiction — or at least fiction published since the 1950s, on — and steering clear of …