The Grand Theft Auto Rampage: The Violence of Cultural and Subcultural Politics

Trevor, Trevor, Trevor...

The Grand Theft Auto Rampage: The Violence of Cultural and Subcultural Politics

A Game of Chess: The Intimacy of Antagonism

What am I talking about here? I don't know. I'm just talking.

A Game of Chess: The Intimacy of Antagonism

Moving Pixels Podcast: More Mines, Maps, and Madness

If T.S. Eliot, Samuel Beckett, and David Lynch made a game, well, first off I would play it. But it would also, of course, be Kentucky Route Zero.

Moving Pixels Podcast: More Mines, Maps, and Madness

Sodomy and the Prison of Multiplayer Gaming

Once in awhile you have to work the word sodomy into the title of an article.

Sodomy and the Prison of Multiplayer Gaming

Grand Theft Auto: The Game with Plenty to Say

I am so bored of game critics being embarrassed by and afraid of GTA. Get over it, guys. It might upset some apple carts, but we aren't fucking Puritans. Stop being so afraid of satire.

I swear if Swift published "A Modest Proposal" today, these kids would be horrified that he wants to eat all the Irish babies.

Stop being so tone deaf and so fucking delicate.

Grand Theft Auto: The Game with Plenty to Say

Time held me green and dying

Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

Creatures of Impulse

Don't you know I'm an animal?
Don't you know I can't stand up straight?

--Elvis Costello, "Hand in Hand," This Year's Model