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Bob Weir protected the integrity and idealism of the Grateful Dead’s music, playing the band’s songs year after year with a sense of wonder that he never lost touch with.
Given the current administration’s attacks on independent journalism, “Cover-Up” couldn’t be timelier.
David Szalay’s novel focuses on a current type of western male: one whose emotional growth and adult development are stunted or limited by his inability to express himself and understand who he is.
Lynda Nead’s meticulous, competent, and impressively researched approach gives the work weight without making it ponderous; “British Blonde” seems destined to serve as a text for classes in gender or cultural studies.
Nicholas Tochka is less interested in crafting a coherent portrayal of Charles Manson’s “musical lives” than in connecting his critical hypothesis of “the invention of the Sixties” to critical theories.
“Balanchine Finds His America” is written primarily in the present tense, so that reading the book is like watching a never-to-be-repeated dance performance.
The performances made one thing clear: what had in Mozart’s day been a failed musical venture now makes for show-stopping pageantry.
A selection of my top newsletter columns for 2026.
The 20th Annual Francis Davis Jazz Poll: Vocal Jazz Albums
In recent years, the category has been dominated by Cécile McLorin Salvant, who won handily again this year, her seventh time, one for each of her albums.
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