There is no one quite like Jeff VanderMeer. With his naturalist’s eye, philosopher’s heart, and extreme imagination, the man can set a singular saturated mood–one that positively vibrates with life, ...
I open the door to an unmarked structure in the art village. A dance beat suctions me into a sweaty crowd. The eyes of the moving bodies peek out from between pillowy parkas and winter hats. Inside ...
THE FIRST DIRT I tasted was a fistful of siltstone dust outside the house where I was born in the Mojave Desert. My father was rarely around. When she could, my mother took long walks around the ...
There’s a spider in the room; what do you do? I move carefully and don’t scare it. I get a glass (I’ve had to use a wide-mouth canning jar a couple of times) and then I put the glass down quickly and ...