Gretchen Felker-Martin

Things fall apart. Yeats said it, but the Safdie Brothers have made a career out of depicting it on film. Watching Good...

Starving Arctic fishermen on a lethally beautiful sweep of stone and ice, a nightmarish shipwreck, a gruesome revenant l...

The house of Ula Se Barat was not grand by Gujirati standards, but its gardens deserved every word of praise Hathi had e...

My old friend the TV critic Sean T. Collins once said that one mark of genius in writing is when a sudden reversal feels...

“That’s life. One minute you’re on top of the world, the next minute some secretary's running you over with a lawn mower...

“Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” George Santayana said that in 1905, and people have bee...

“If I don’t go into that office every day,” says Freddy Rumsen (Joel Murray), “who am I?” It’s a question Don is clearly...

Slava hated her camel. She had named him Fjardin, after her least favorite uncle, owing to their shared love of spitting...

Rupa knelt outside her mistress’s bedchamber, listening to the sound of the emperor making love. It had been months sinc...

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‘The Wheel’ is without question the single best-known episode of Mad Men, made famous by the eponymous pitch Don gives t...

A bathroom isn’t a bathroom. A gift isn’t a gift. A house isn’t a house. ‘The Marriage of Figaro’ is where Mad Men becom...

Captain Hathi i’Mati had served the emperor’s half-brother for almost four years now. The rajah Jahangir Eru Vandifatori...

Slava didn’t like the wizard. She didn’t like his soft, slender hands, or his white skin, unmarred by windburn or the su...

Tom Bloom’s Kill Six Billion Demons is big, ambitious, and omnivorous, a tasting menu informed by hundreds of discrete i...