J.B. Spins

Even though Hong Sang-soo is a film director, he seems to believe actors are the dullest people in the world. Once again, he apparently sets...

You would think an espionage novelist like Elly Conway would be a dog person, rather than a cat lady. She leads a shier, quieter life than J...

In some ways, Terry Pratchett was a more up-scale Piers Anthony, who created a funny fantasy world that satirized genre tropes (he had a sol...

They say luck favors the prepared mind, but not in Sam Greenfield’s case. She learns bad luck is supposed to be random. Yet, bad luck attrac...

Kûkai was like the Japanese Xuanzang (of Journey to the West immortality). He really did travel to China in search of Buddhist teaching...

If Colson Whitehead can write a zombie novel, why not Masaru Sakumoto? Perhaps because he is written out. The once promising new novelist...

There is a point on the cinematic spectrum where cheapo grade-Z schlock starts to approach the style and texture of low-fi “expression fo...

Shero makes Grumpy Cat look like a pretentious poser. He is an animated feline in the tradition of Fritz the Cat and Bill the Cat. The Tu...

Would tennis rackets disappear too? Probably yes. According to the rules established by the Devil, when things mysteriously disappear fro...

It is not much of a business, but at least the inventory is cheap.  In fact, Sayoko attracts stray cats like a magnet.  Profits really a...

Paris is a playground for an adventurous cat like Dino. By day, he is the loyal tabby of the police superintendent’s daughter. By night, he ...