Andrew Marantz is a freelance nonfiction writer living in Brooklyn, NY. His writing has appeared in such publications as
New York magazine,
Slate,
Heeb, and the
New York Times. He blogs sporadically at
Culture Medium and thinks the four most
overrated things in life are bars, irony, Sonic Youth, and home fries.
confession
by Andrew Marantz
Walking with grandma through an exhibit about death.
dispatch
by Andrew Marantz
Hollywood flies to Jackson Hole to hash out the apocalypse.
dispatch
by Andrew Marantz
Welcome to New Orleans during Lent, the universe’s biggest buzzkill.
