Penny, whose many moods are sensitively drawn in this softly colored volume, is, perhaps like all cats, a philosopher.
At 70, Marcia Ball is a non-stop pro, particularly at pacing. Early barn burners gave way to the slow blues of “Just Kiss Me.”
By taking the stage with 15 musicians, none of whom is female, the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra presents the music as segregated and outdated.
While The Bone Clocks is compulsively readable, there are too many parts of this book that can only be called lazy.
We all have ghosts, the author seems to say. And in a larger sense, Sarah Waters’s ghosts are those of country and culture, her books a catalogue of the social changes shaking England from the Victorian era on.
Sometimes using the Twitter handle #itsokKimNovak, at other times just linking to Laura Lipmann’s Facebook page, women – primarily writers and our friends – have started posting our own “raw” photos.
VIDA, an association of women in the literary arts, has released its fifth annual tally of the number of women critics in major literary publications as well as the number of works by women being reviewed.
Call it dueling futures. Because the battle for the soul of the science fiction and fantasy community is about nothing less, and even if we in the mystery community never considered the impact of a chainmail bikini, you may want to sharpen your broadsword.