A few years ago I was involved in a heated conversation about the portrayal of fatherhood on television. This took place during the heyday of

Anthologies of world literature aimed at the college textbook market tend to include most or all of Dante’s Inferno, and only a few, if any,

I’m sorry that Jack Bauer is gone. He has left us before, of course–there were always those many months between seasons in the series’ eight-season

I had a realization last winter that nearly all of my waking hours were spent in one of two places. Not two buildings, like home

I have relatives who have not watched television in over thirty-five years. At times, I envy them. They spend their evenings reading books that nourish

No vile thing? Well, that pretty much kills off anything that’s not animated, though we’re not terribly sure about the soundness of Buzz Lightyear or