About two hours after the Tyson-Lewis fight, after the arena had cleared out, after the final press conference, after 20,000 people had collectively shot some kind of cathartic wad of soul-semen and soul-pussy-juice, I found an exit and walked alone across a large, desolate parking lot and up a steep grass embankment. As usual I 
There is a lot of ground covered in Paul La Farge’s Luminous Airplanes, from the Great Disappointment of the 19th century to a time when computers were the province of dedicated insomniacs obsessed with the idea of making the machines do their bidding. Beneath the divergences and skittering chronology, however, is a fairly banal search for 
There is a curious airiness to Lydia Millet’s novel Ghost Lights, despite its underlying tension. A pseudo-sequel to her 2008 How the Dead Dream, Ghost Lights finds married family man Hal, an IRS bureaucrat, sloughing off the confines of his everyday life to impulsively hop on a plane in search of his wife’s missing boss, 
