Honor requires that I attribute the title of this piece to a Time magazine review of John Fowles’s The French…

If you’re reading this article, it’s due to the forbearance of Wlady Pleszczynski, who could easily have rejected it as…

It’s always risky to say anything about a prominent social pariah involving less than a call for hanging, drawing, and…

As a conservative living in the shadows in Minneapolis, I don’t generally look to the Walker (no relation) Art Center…

Dear Justin, I’m not sure if you’ll see this letter, as we’ve been out of touch since you unfriended me…

Someone posted one of those memes on Facebook recently. A picture with a quotation. I didn’t write it down verbatim,…

On the off chance anyone’s been watching for my articles to appear here at The American Spectator Online, I want…

There was a time once when our country split along an east-west line, between north and south, and the upshot…

“Well, I suppose a human being isn’t the best judge. You humans do it differently from us. We are not…

It would be misleading to describe Andrew Klavan as a neglected novelist. He’s doing very well, thank you, turning out…