The Count of Monte Cristo, which is 170 years old, shows why great romantic novels don’t grow old.
Meryl Streep’s embarrassing “comment malfunction” seized by media eager to smear President-Elect Trump.
The arresting suspense in “Sully” requires portraying “bad guys” even if there were no bad guys.
Is there is a definitive process that leads to a conflict-driven, purpose-driven, and fully integrated plot? Almost.
Kafka’s writing is an expression of the essential absurdity of existentialism and postmodernism, and is meritless.
Sometimes, fiction digs deeper and further into the truth.
Ayn Rand’s and Jean-Paul Sartre’s fictional heroes provide a dramatized insight into their radically different philosophies.
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An excerpt from the novel, The Passion of Judas.
Can you "daringly" advocate the reigning politically correct dogma on "global warming"?