Heat is one of the great heist movies of all time. It brings with it most of the elements of the classics: the precise preparation, the recruiting of the crew, the betrayal, the execution of the heist and of course the inevitable cruel twists of indifferent fate that define the…

Ten years ago I wrote an essay for the London Library magazine. The starting point was relating the books in the Library’s own collection to the literature of the Kennedy Assassination, which at that point was well over 1,000 books, of which the Library had very few. But I was…

The horrible, life-threatening injury sustained by Damar Hamlin of the Buffalo Bills in the NFL week 17 Monday Night Football game against the Cincinnati Bengals was literally something most fans (or players, or coaches, or announcers) had ever seen before. As he was carted off the field, and transferred by…

It was like LA Christmas in London December this year, as a new Elvis Cole and Joe Pike novel from Robert Crais was followed by Michael Connelly’s latest Harry Bosch and Renee Ballard book. Cole and Pike first appeared in 1987’s Monkey’s Raincoat; Bosch debuted in The Black Echo (1992)…

NOTE: Ten days ago I wrote an obituary of Kenneth Starr for the Guardian. Originally they had asked for something quite short, but later, without my asking, extended my word limit to 1,000. I went to 1,100, trying to explain and set context. For obvious reasons, around the death of…

Books discussed in this essay: Criminal: The Last Of The Innocent (2011) Criminal: Wrong Time, Wrong Place (2016) and Criminal: Bad Night (2009) Criminal: Lawless (2010) Criminal: The Sinners (2015) all by Ed Brubaker and Sean Phillips Once upon a time, comic book fans would point to the ways the…

I wrote this in mid-August, intending to do the last of my NFL divisional previews, of the AFC North, for my weekly American football site, Friday Morning Tight End, at Patreon, (to which you can subscribe and follow my takes on football all year round at patreon.com/mikecarlsonfmte). I had been…

I wrote Anne Heche’s obituary for The Guardian. It went online on Monday, 15 August, and appeared in the paper the next day. I had written it on Thursday the 11th, but the paper held it until she was, finally, declared dead. As usual with these things, some of what…

On Sunday evening I took my son to see Mount Rushmore. He is 13, born and raised in Britain, but with an American father and, as he put it, not enough of a British accent to impress the locals in South Dakota. Unexpected pride welled up in me when we…