Noah Berlatsky

Talking about race can get you into a lot of trouble . . . especially if you don't have a lot of class power or status.

Last year there was much excitement at the announcement that Lupita Nyong'o was going to play a major role in Star Wars: The Force Awakens — the first Black woman to star in the franchise.

Some love stories don't end happily. So why do so many romance novels insist they do?

Who is memorialized in death has everything to do with race, class . . . and who you were in life.

Action movies don't usually bother much with romance. The trailer for The Transporter: Refueled certainly doesn't. The hero is cool — sexy women, plural, throw themselves at him, or at least stand near him and things blow up; there are fights and revenge and high production values. Romance is, at best, a secondary concern.

The loss of gospel history has meant forgetting how important black women have been to American performance styles.

Can a popular author also be celebrated for literary quality? Not if that author is a woman like Austen.

"I believe that, in order to address these problems, we need to first understand how we got here."

Bus ads comparing Muslims to Hitler have been replaced with images of a superhero. And not just any superhero.

While Atwood's feminist dystopia remains our favorite nightmarish future, Marge Piercy's Woman On The Edge Of Time is far superior.