Eric Lanke

We were there for another hour, Bethany and me, stuffing tickets and ribbons into envelopes with the rest of the junior staff members. We go...

In many ways, this a remarkable book. It certainly tells a remarkable story. August 9, 1945, began like any other day for six-year-old Sac...

After hanging up I realized that my original reason for calling—to get advice on the kind of puzzle book to get for Jacob—had gone unanswere...

I don’t remember much about this one. No dogeared pages and nothing scribbled in any of the margins -- so I guess I didn’t find much either ...

Five minutes later I was leaving the hotel and turning back onto the main drag. All the talk about dinner had reminded me of how hungry I wa...

This is a collection of nine essays. And like most collections of essays, some of them cohere better than others. Danto talks about “art” in...

“Stay,” Eleanor said. “Where are you going at this hour?” It was a little after eight o’clock. I’d already had two drinks at the board’s r...