In addition to Vernors ginger ale, Joe Louis, Nelson Algren, the MC5 and of course, the automobile, John King books might just be one of the greatest things Detroit has ever offered the world. Located in an old glove factory, this is the bookstore that a city like Chicago should have, but doesn’t. Located at 901 West Lafayette Street, it’s a four-story warehouse that sits a Kirk Gibson home run away from the rusting hulk of old Detroit Tigers stadium, housing 750,000-plus used books and mountains of kitschy and rare ephemera. The twenty-five years of accumulated dust and must, which channel the funk of a grandparent’s basement, draws book hounds, including Jay Leno and Teller of Penn and Teller, from the farthest reaches of the world. More »

In his brilliant essay, “The Critic as Artist,” Oscar Wilde points out that it is generally easier to write a wonderful critique of something you don’t particularly like, and even easier if the thing being reviewed is truly awful. Which is why reviewing a book I like makes me nervous. It really is hard to rhapsodize cleverly. More »