Gary Shteyngart On Asthmatic Readers, Greyhound Rides And The Scariest Jews He’s Ever Met
“This is where being a Soviet Ashkenazi person helps. You have a sixth sense of when things are going to get really bad.”
Is Michael Chabon’s New Book Really A Book?
What’s missing is any sense of family dynamic. Where is the poop? Where is the barf and the blood?
EXCLUSIVE FOR 4/20: The Ten Commandments Of Weed
To honor (or dishonor) 4/20, a celebration of cannabis, one of our nation’s most highly-decorated marijuana correspondents, offers his 10 Commandments Of Weed.
Why We Need a Million Jew March
In response to Donald Trump’s election, Neal Pollack is planning a Million Jew March. Bring snacks and comfortable shoes.
The Emails of Natalie Portman, Jonathan Safran Foer — and Neal Pollack
A budding epistolary romance between Neal Pollack and Natalie Portman is interrupted by a disapproving Jonathan Safran Foer.
My Name Is Bill Kristol — and How I Became a Renegade Jew
Once, our hero was just an ordinary Jew, doing what he thought was good for Judaism and Israel. Then came Donald Trump and he knew something had to be done. That’s what Neal Pollack became a “Renegade Jew.”
How Richard Linklater’s ‘Everybody Wants Some’ Celebrates Bullying
The new Richard Linklater film “Everybody Wants Some!!” has received near-universal praise. But for Austinite Neal Pollack, the celebration of jock culture brought back a whole lot of unwanted memories.
Why We Need a New Saul Bellow...and Many Other New Things
Neal Pollack argues that we need a new Saul Bellow. After all, he was getting pretty sick of the old one. Also, a new IPhone would come in handy.
Me and Patti Smith and Andy Warhol and 1970's New York and Me
Back in the 1970’s, Neal Pollack was living with Robert Mapplethorpe, Joey Ramone, Patti Smith and Lou Reed at the Chelsea Hotel. He remembers the old days fondly, though his memory tends to get a bit fuzzy with the details.
Still Life With Chicken: A Writer's Journey
For years, Neal Pollack has searched for a writer’s life, literary fame and a wife who will cook him a chicken. Someday, if the ghost of Raymond Carver lets him, he just might manage to find all three.
