I’ve been meaning to read a Flashman novel for years, but it wasn’t until a few college friends and I started a book club that I got the chance.

Beneath director David Lynch's art-damaged veneer beat an indestructibly sincere, unmistakably American genius.

By contrast, Paul Newman gave every impression of being utterly indifferent to his gray, later white, hair, the lines that came to mark his face, and the gravitas that accompanied middle and old age ...