By: Mike Fleisch

A repeating slideshow from a series of knee-high cameras.

By: Lynn Peril

Scream­ingly funny, yet type­cast forever as Ted Baxter.

By: Barbara Bogaev

“I’d sooner clean and paint the house / Than read a book by Botho Strauss.”

By: Mark Kingwell

Without him there would be no Nashville scene.

By: Peggy Nelson

Playing the appropriation game.

By: Lynn Peril

“You just write yourself the part, and then you play it.”

By: Gary Panter

Obscene, slander­ous, jaw-dropping satirical pic­torial indict­ments

By: Mark Kingwell

He urged an endless, playful agonistics of intellectual engagement.

By: Tom Nealon

M.C.A.’s in the back because he’s skeezin’ with a whore? No more.

By: Brian Berger

An aston­ish­ingly un­convent­ional composer

By: Amanda French

What linked her lowbrow mysteries and highbrow scholarship?

By: Lucy Sante

He was called “the musketeer of anarchy.”

By: Amanda French

His paintings say “Mine! Mine!” and cannot be consoled or reasoned with.

By: Greg Rowland

France had Existentialism; England had Hancock.

By: Deb Chachra

“I felt my job was not to become a good bass player.”