In very different ways and on very different topics, three recent books assuage notions that architecture/design books are formidable reads.
The authors let dance serve as a way of embodied knowing — an intelligence that can unlock an understanding of physics’ theories and abstractions.
This is a bewildering, frustrating, deeply weird novel, densely written and remarkably free of signposts.
The old questions, good as they are, are going to be augmented with new ones: Are we creating a world worth living in? Are we creating a world we can continue to live in?
Gibney’s volume offers a wide range of readers with an introduction to the complexities of Irish history, including questions of what exactly constitutes the national history itself.
The short volume promises a glimpse into Patti Smith’s intuitive creative process — but disappoints.
Gerald Shea’s is a powerful voice for the legitimacy of Sign Languages of the Deaf and for visual communication as an essential human right.
Jeffrey Sweet has provided a handy oral history of the ways playwriting has changed over three generations.
We learn a great deal about Hayim Nahman Bialik’s life in this biography. But the volume does not live up to its subtitle.
Bad Moon Rising turns out to be justified by new evidence, some of which will be surprising to all concerned.