Patrick Sauer

"Red Summer" was the nickname for the dog days of 1919 when American streets filled with African-American blood.

Mary Bacon lived a life nobody could imagine, nor would they want to. Truly tragically one-of-a-kind.

Michael Strahan is the busiest man in show business as I found out in the October cover story for Men's Journal.

In the 1970s, Peanuts went full-court into the tennis boom. Remember Molly Volley? Her former partner Snoopy does...

More than 58,000 United States soldiers died in the Vietnam War, but in the world of letters, the death of a single American civilian came to represent the entire jungle quagmire.

Alamo Drafthouse wasn't the first in the brew-and-view game, but they've changed the playing field for movie-watching all across America, even in the age of streaming.

In October 1981, Judge Thomas Johnson made an announcement. After deliberation, he had accepted a fact into judicial notice—a legal term for a fact accepted in a court as true without the need to produce evidence. The Holocaust, said Johnson, was an indisputable fact...

Twenty years ago today... Thomas Harris re-introduced to you, Dr. Lecter’s Starving Book Club Fans…

Admit it, you love Goldfish crackers. Everyone loves Goldfish crackers.

Errol Morris is a profane avuncular national treasure. Steve Bannon is a fascistic fraud. Let 'er rip!

Can Elon Musk can deliver on his promises to investors, car nuts, futurists, and himself? Probably not...

There’s a bumper crop of books about the ‘69 Mets. I read all the ones I could get my hands on...

This may come as a shock to modern moviegoers but there once was a time when our big-screen heroes never wore capes. In fact, they sported beer-soaked undershirts, novelty Afro wigs, bedsheets and that goofy thing that kept their glasses from sliding down their noses.

On Valentine’s Day one year ago, a former student of Parkland, Florida’s Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School murdered 17 classmates with an AR-15, following the blueprint laid out by the Columbine killers 20 years and more than 200 school shootings ago.

After downing a second vial of “baby blue truth serum,” which mysteriously tasted like vodka, I admitted something to myself. I wasn’t enjoying the sardine-and-hard-boiled-egg appetizer at the opening night party for the new KGB Spy Museum in downtown Manhattan.