Finish it!: Illuminatus! Trilogy by Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson
The plot of Illuminatus! is difficult to describe, but I’ll try. The offices of a magazine are bombed, supposedly by a militant conservative group of some sort. The editor of…
Finish It! “You shall know our velocity!” by Dave Eggers
April 5, 2010
Night Film
Marisha Pessl’s new book Night Film revolves around the mysterious, untimely death of Ashley Cordova, the piano-prodigy daughter of a reclusive cult-followed Lynch/Kubrick/Polanski-type film director, Stanislas Cordova. Although at a...
September 27, 2013
Finish It – Fight Club (book + movie)
March 15, 2010
Finish It! Logicomix: an epic search for truth
March 10, 2010Most Read
Fuel into the danger zone
June 8, 2009Finish It Fun-size edition
March 1, 2010Finish It! “Underworld” by Don DeLillo
February 17, 2010Finish It!: The Savage Detectives by Roberto Bolaño (translated by Natasha Wimmer)
January 25, 2010Latest Stories
Exiled indoors
As winter approaches, there is a four-letter word that comes to the mind of many. Cold. Winter comes bearing gifts of relaxation, snow-capped mountains, and a break from the school…
Finish it! Infinite Jest
INFINATE JEST is enormous in many regards. THE INTIMIDATION FACTORS: Its sheer girth — it’s nearly the size of a phone book, and thicker than some. 1079 pages stare you…
Pay the costume to be the boss.
Whether it is a three-month dedication to becoming the spitting image of Jack Sparrow or a quick thrift shop run on the eve of Hallow’s Eve, the Halloween costume has…
Jack Attack: Fevers and Mirrors
I am CRIME AND PUNISHMENT – Facebook told me so via me telling myself so. Many of us here in America are infinitely obsessed with technological advancements. Web sites, iPhones,…
The Sonosopher: Alex Caldiero in Life… In Sound
Current and former UVU students and filmmakers, Travis Low and Torben Bernhard, are soon screening their film, “The Sonosopher: Alex Caldiero in Life… in Sound” at UVU, documenting an unusual…
Choose the used
There’s something perfectly pungent about a used bookstore. That combination of dust, history and shelves has a sort of aroma bordering aphrodisiac. Some books carry a few generation’s worth of acid-free paper, carbon-dating the literacy of former owners only according to a body’s natural oils mixed with the subtle impressions of many fingers swabbed by the tongue to turn page corners.
