Andrew Rimas

Their Excellencies

In his office above the Union Oyster House , which his family has owned since 1971, Joe Milano gestures in the direction of a ferocious-looking trinket. “The Exalted Order of the White Elephant,” says Milano, who is Boston's honorary consul…

John Malkovich: The Invisible Man

On a narrow road off Craigie Street, deep in the lush property values north of Harvard Square, John Malkovich has gone to ground. It's a comfortable burrow, padded in a rich mulch of private schools and late-model Subarus, not too…

Tales from the Dark Side

In man' attempts to rise above the common bug, he' dubbed himself the Talker, the Tool-User, the Artist. The Murderer. And, of course, the Image of God. Man is full of it. The map of the human genome shows that…

Happily Ever After

We're exactly one year into gay marriage, and a vengeful Jehovah has yet to stomp us into kibble. I confess, I have never been in a gay marriage myself, and, barring setting off on a long whaling voyage, I'm unlikely…

A Shark's Tale

There's nothing like a   giant cannibal shark for scaring the swimming lessons out of a nation. Steven Spielberg's Jaws, which first preyed on our subconscious 30 years ago this month, netted a fortune in box-office treasure and traumatized the…

What's So Funny

If the birth of American comedy could be traced to an instant, it wouldn't be the night of capering vandalism that was the Boston Tea Party. Nor would it be the moment Cotton Mather shrugged and mumbled that he might…

Book Him

To paraphrase Darwin, reinvention is the mother of iguanas. Adapt, learn to burrow, or perish like some clueless great auk. That's the creed of the survivor. Richard Marinick has survived many things. A friend once told him, “Ricky, you're a…

The Night Shift

Night and day. They've been opposites since the opening lines of “Genesis.” On the one side are light, color, and Katie Couric. On the other, mushrooms, vampires, and Conan O'Brien. Strangely, though, it's the daytime devils that are most in…