Matthew Summers-Sparks lives in London. His writing has appeared in the New York Times and McSweeney’s.
Late last month the artist Bob Cassilly was killed in an accident on the grounds of Cementland, the 54-acre disused cement factory near the confluence of the Missouri and Mississippi...
Snapshots from a trip can seal a memory forever, yet boxes of vacation photos dilute what really happened. How to take a picture with a thousand meanings.
Even five time zones removed, last week’s election returns carried an electricity felt by locals and expats alike. An absentee voter watches an ocean shrink to a pond.
When the St. Louis Cardinals’ former stadium was demolished, fans rushed to pick up pieces from the ballpark where their memories were made. What they bought, and what it means to them.
If only Shane MacGowan had been more persuasive, his Pogues might have been recognized as the greatest of all Irish bands.
An ill-planned duck hunting trip sours under the media scrutiny. Justice Scalia makes a firm statement, and Matthew Summers-Sparks tails him through a day of saying not much else.
We all knew she was smart and provocative, but can she be sexy? Learning a thing or two about vernacular and innuendo on a steamy night out with the paper of record.