Jeremy Lybarger

R. Crumb’s cartoons plumb the grotesque corners of the American unconscious.

In a new biography, the Velvet Underground front man embodies a New York that exists only in memory.

A writer of haunting, uncategorizable songs, she once seemed poised for runaway fame. But only decades after she disappeared has her music found an audience.

Man Ray made art that looked like the future. How did he become a minor figure?

To appreciate who Whitman was, we have to reinterpret the poet in ways that have made generations of critical gatekeepers uncomfortable.

For Meaghan Good, the disappeared are still out here, you just have to know where to look.