"I like murder," says Highsmith. "I've committed thousands. With delight. Every time I write one, I'm plunging in the knife." Here, Edward finds an "in."The pair find common ground trading murderous scenarios for the demise of Ripley's next victim. And soon, this pair of Übermenschen are bonding over scenes that would make Wes Craven squeamish.”

Ms. Highsmith, Downward, Robbie Blue, It Was Just an Accident, Artemis.

"Then there is the joy of the band names themselves, poetry that pops through the mundane, chattery fog—exactly what you want a band name to do. This week, I’ve heard music by Control Machete, Tame Impala, Kashus Culpepper, Unknown Mortal Orchestra, Gucci Mane, Perfume Genius, A Flock of Dimes, Cage the Elephant, Nipsy Hustle and Frankie Cosmos."

Radio Daze, Chicago Sky, Alex Webb, The Louvre Heist, Rosanna Warren. 

“It had been raining steadily for 20 minutes and by showtime the props and stage furniture were soaked and the stage was slick with water. But the show must go on, and here were Nate Burger and Phoebe González spinning and swinging their way around the ice-rink-like stage with nary a stumble or wobble.”

American Players Theatre’s audiences, The Winter’s Tale and Tribes, Images of the Deep, RIP Francis Davis.

“And what “statement” would you like your t-shirt to make? Shall it trumpet your love of The Rolling Stones? The Green Bay Packers? Heinz Ketchup? Do you prefer witty and retro? Ironic? Inspiring?”

T-Shirts, Hate, Lost & Found, Rest in Peace.

“You busy yourself with the latest 10,000 word article in the New York Review of Books. But if that review of A Cultural History of Hair in the Middle Ages barely wets your intellectual whistle, have I got a podcast for you.”

Materialists, Alfred Brendel, In Our Time, The MSO does opera, Gatsby at 100.