Say you’re part of that very vocal contingent that is unmoved by, or else just plain hates, Under the Blacklight, the heavily Fleetwood Mac-ified new album from L.A. indie-twangers Rilo Kiley. Maybe you were afraid that the rapturous reception to Rabbit Fur Coat, frontwoman and chief songwriter Jenny Lewis’s solo disc from last year, would spell the end of the band. Or else that Blacklight — with its not-always-convincing depiction of sexual perversity in Los…

This review was written by new DCist contributor, Christopher Klimek Robert Bolt’s A Man for All Seasons, newly revived at the Keegan Theatre, is probably forever doomed to be stuck in the present. First staged in 1960, and dramatizing events that occurred more than four centuries earlier — Thomas More’s refusal-by-silence to sanction King Henry VIII’s divorce — the play seems contemporary, as martyr stories inevitably will. After all, who was Thomas More, if…

On a recent red-eye flight back to Reagan National, DCist picked up Tom Wolfe’s latest novel, “I Am Charlotte Simmons.” Ever the reporter, Wolfe’s novel aims to do for the college experience what “A Man in Full” did for corporate Atlanta and “The Bonfire of the Vanities” did for ’80s New York. DCist was hoping to chat with Wolfe about his work (and his fashion), but we won’t be able to make his 12:30 p.m….