Spite Work: The Trials of Virginia Rappe and Fatty Arbuckle

“An entirely collateral and stupid matter”: Arbuckle’s pongee PJs.

The surgical abdomen (and an offer of proof)

Virginia Rappe’s Green Jade Bracelet

All work and no play make . . .

The Celtic prose poem: Gavin McNab’s argument for the defendant

A note on Aunt Kate Hardebeck

Inclusivity: the authentic and inauthentic working together

Arbuckle’s “girlie,” Kate Brennan

Fred Fishback: carrying Arbuckle’s water

“Bad People”: Did an eminent San Francisco physician have a book in mind?

First thoughts on my second visit to the San Francisco Public Library

A brief consideration of a tales(wo)man: Mrs. Helen Hubbard

Roscoe Arbuckle’s suicidal ideation  or waxing philosophical?

“S.B., what’s a matter with her?”: Josephine Keza, the fly on the walls of Arbuckle’s Labor Day Party[1]

Developing a few latent impressions: another note on E. O. Heinrich’s testimony

Arbuckle renews his pep: a ms. cutting