I mean nothing literal or malevolent by the title, mind you, but a Sackville housewarming party is not your typical lukewarm gathering punctuated by stale small talk and crusty jello-mold puddings. The line comes from the beginning of a song by Stars, called “Your Ex-Lover is Dead”: In short, Sackville weekends are nothing like Viennese […]

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