In the Tea Party era, it is the restless conservative Republican who has become passion's plaything, the toy of impetuous romance, an erotomania only intensified by the lusting for an upstart savior. — James Wolcott Copy Share Image
How can I impress strangers with the gem-like flame of my literary passion if it's a digital slate I'm carrying around, trying not to get it all thumbprinty? — James Wolcott Copy Share Image
In the Tea Party era, it is the restless conservative Republican who has become passion's plaything, the toy of impetuous romance, an erotomania only… — James Wolcott Copy Share Image
There was a time when idealistic folksingers such as myself believed that Reality TV was a programming vogue that would peak and recede, leaving… — James Wolcott Copy Share Image
After a decade this glum, we deserved a shot of 'Glee,' a show that restored our faith in the power of song, the beauty… — James Wolcott Copy Share Image
It's the contemporary woman that movies don't know what to do with, other than bathe her in a bridal glow in romantic comedies where… — James Wolcott Copy Share Image
I understand the people-watching, but I've never done it where people have to race to three different shows, from here to there. I mean,… — James Wolcott Copy Share Image
What had brought me to New York in the autumn of 1972 was a letter of recommendation written by Norman Mailer, the author of… — James Wolcott Copy Share Image
Historically, Hollywood comedy has arrived in skinny envelopes. From fence post Buster Keaton to herky-jerky Jerry Lewis to wiry nerve-bundle Woody Allen to hung-loose… — James Wolcott Copy Share Image
Paris Hilton and Kim Kardashian would have left little more than lipstick stains in their passing had it not been for the sex videos… — James Wolcott Copy Share Image
On August 28, 2010, Fox News messiah Glenn Beck hosted a 'Restoring Honor' revival meeting featuring sexy guest star Sarah Palin, much as Bob… — James Wolcott Copy Share Image
I've always stayed on the periphery of things. When I used to go to the punk clubs and things like that, I was never… — James Wolcott Copy Share Image
My high-school papers, my college-application essays, read like Norman Mailer packed in a crunchy-peanut-butter sandwich. — James Wolcott Copy Share Image
