Is Amy Bonnaffons saying that heterosexual love is doomed? Probably not. But she gives no indication it can work in the world she creates here.
Whether we call this slim volume poetic prose or prose poetry, a novella or a collection of verse, seems beside the point. It is haunting, hypnotic, and moving.
The late Friederike Mayröcker’s über-recognizable style has become a brand, logoed by certain objects: violets, lilacs, birds
Each month, our arts critics — music, book, theater, dance, and visual arts — fire off a few brief reviews.
This was an artist who approached his singular craft with equal measures of exuberance and precision.
Shakespearean’s version of the Bard comes off as somewhat Monty Pythonesque — we are usually marching along with “Men Men Men.”
The idea of America is elusive and sometimes, like right now, in danger of disappearing. That is why I have found myself turning for comfort to two books that can give us some perspective as to how to move forward.
In this deeply enlightening study, Anthony Alan Shelton aims to set the record straight about how mask culture developed in Mexico as well as in Andean cultures.
No writer, historian, or filmmaker ever took me nearly as close to Abraham Lincoln the man as did Stephen B. Oates. I have always been indebted to him for that.
The essays in this excellent volume consistently show that nostalgia is about something, and it matters.