Judging from her hilariously dark new memoir Agorafabulous!: Dispatches from My Bedroom (out Feb. 14 from William Morrow), Sara Benincasa will always win the “Who has it worse?” game. Spent a week during college in your apartment, unable to get dressed or leave? Benincasa could barely leave her bed, and took to pissing in cereal bowls rather 
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 
