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Why is my blog called Inhuman Swill? Because you can unscramble the pieces to make William Shunn.

My first R-rated movie

Reading this edition of "The Big Question" at Hitfix.com got me thinking about the first R-rated movie I ever saw. The film itself—a Michael Douglas thriller called The Star Chamber—was not so memorable, but the circumstances around my viewing of... read

Memory Lane

She strains at the leash, Trying to turn the corner. "Not that way," I say. But Ella insists, So I give in and follow. Not that big a deal. This short, narrow lane, It's a valid path back home, Not... read

SXSW Film recap

This is long overdue, but some folks over on Facebook asked me for a recap of the movies I saw last month at the SXSW Film Conference & Festival. But first, you might be asking, what was Bill doing at... read

Speculative fiction: the superset of all possible literature

Genre writers must do everything mainstream writers do, and more. read

The trade-off

Maggie Thatcher's dead, but so is Roger Ebert. Always a trade-off. read

Readings on two consecutive nights

I'll be appearing next week in not one but two of Chicago's most electric reading series—or "live lit," as we call it 'round these parts. They'll be on consecutive nights, no less, so please block out April 16 and 17... read

Signs of spring

cigar aroma wafting in from the golf course signals that it's spring read

Supercalifornication; or, how a hooker came between me and Oingo Boingo

The following story is an outtake from my memoir The Accidental Terrorist. The names of most of the other participants, including relatives, have been changed to offer some small measure of concealment. When I was eighteen, my father and I... read

The NRA favors civilian shootings ... and massive profits

In the wake of the Sandy Hook shooting, why isn't the NRA doing more to promote gun safety and sensible regulation of firearms? Money, that’s why. read

We shout at the chatroom!

Let me tell you about the night I hung out with Mötley Crüe. Okay, to be honest, it was only half of Mötley Crüe, and it's not like we were out clubbing it up with groupies and blow. But we... read