The Mank-ing of Citizen Kane
By Zach Hagadone Reader Staff Movies about movies being written by writers — much less writing a review of such a movie — risks plunging viewers and readers alike into a snarl of competing...
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Talking Turkey
By Zach Hagadone Reader Staff History is rough. So rough, that most people prefer to ignore it or concoct their own self-pleasing version of it. The central problem is that history is simply inconvenient;...
Grand mastery
By Zach Hagadone Reader Staff When a lot of people like something, it’s typically wise to give it a wide berth until evidence suggests otherwise. Suffice to say, succumbing to the buzz surrounding the...
Slide rules of engagement
By Zach Hagadone Reader Staff My winter sport is driving. I’m not entirely sure when I developed this weird affinity, but I suppose it began when I took drivers’ ed during the legendary Winter...
‘The Mandolorian’ Season 2 hits Disney+
By Zach Hagadone Reader Staff It’s already well established that The Mandalorian is a better addition to the Star Wars universe than the prequel trilogy, the standalone Solo film and even the final trilogy...
Eat the rich… before they eat you
By Zach Hagadone Reader Staff There comes a time — many, many times, in fact — when poor people have had enough of rich peoples’ bullshit. The United States’ insurgency notwithstanding, as it was...
Complex creatures
By Zach Hagadone Reader Staff Midway through my first semester as a grad student in history I’d had enough of complexity. Reading about 1,000 pages a week, grading papers for 70+ freshmen and participating...
The medium is the message
By Zach Hagadone Reader Staff It’s a common thing for people beyond a certain age — say, those who graduated high school before or immediately after the turn of the century — to comment...
Thermo-nuclear family
By Zach Hagadone Reader Staff In the immediate days following Sept. 11, 2001, I sat for a junior-year class called “Apocalyptic Literature” at then-Albertson College of Idaho. I remember the professor dropped a pile...
Work, work, work
Breakfast lessons By Lyndsie Kiebert My first day of work was Mother’s Day 2011. In my navy blue polo and sensible, non-slip shoes, I arrived at Holiday Shores Marina at 6 a.m. and marched...
