Vincent Ercolano is a writer and copy editor.
If being sensible was no virtue to my father, being fantastic was just as bad.
Au revoir, Françoise Hardy.
I like to think that this kind of deference is a Baltimore thing.
Candidate as an adjective—was this the newest lingo, something a copy editor like me should know about?
The president and the humble staircase: a short survey.
It took the roiling events of 1963 to open the ears and hearts of the American public to the Beatles.
What if Ann Rutledge had lived, and she and Lincoln had married?
The pulsating song of billions of seventeen-year cicadas.