All Reviews
The Symphony of Self
Some will be uncomfortable with Damasio’s physical-monist peeking-under-the-hood of our most private inner workings ...
Back in the U.S.S.R.: Susan Sherman’s “The Little Russian”
Sherman's readers become witnesses to the ways history can make and then re-make identity.
Support Our Troop: Alison Burnett's "Death by Sunshine"
Troop self-consciously and self-loathingly follows the tradition of prior literati who migrated west to sell their souls to the industry
Believers: Krys Lee's "Drifting House"
Lee's characters are forced to make the sorts of impossible decisions that turn regret into an indelible feature of the landscape.
Disjecta Membra: Adina Hoffman and Peter Cole's "Sacred Trash"
Wading waist-deep into this hoard of history, smothered in the dust of centuries — he called it "genizaschmutz" — Schechter sifted for four weeks.
Greeneland
Raymond Chandler once said that great writing, whatever else it does, nags at the minds of subsequent writers.
Golden Age
The Pleasures of Listening
Bon mots abound.
The Teacher of the Future
The Chinese have a saying: “The past that is not forgotten becomes the teacher of the future.”
Never Again, Again
Spiegelman has yet to recover from the trauma of his creation's success.
True Story
on the mythology of film school.
Inch by Column Inch
The Incomplete Cain
On the grim hardness of a neglected noir master.
Art Therapy
At the center of this maelstrom of sexual expression and experimentation, Kusama staunchly maintained her identity as auteur, not as participant.
Gilded Age Fan Club: Daniel Cavicchi’s “Listening and Longing”
Suddenly, a cannon-shot rang out, a gentle hint for us twenty thousand to begin playing the Blue Danube.
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