Books
While Beth Genné proffers a terrific take on dance and its social context, she exhibits a shaky grasp of musical-theater history.
Deborah Eisenberg’s stories pull you in and imitate life in an uncanny way.
Despite its occasional confusions, this is poetry I will return to — to re-experience A.E. Stallings’ wit, wisdom, and word-smithing.
K.K. Downing does not trash Judas Priest or its legacy, but he gives, from his perspective, an honest and believable assessment of the group and his role in it.
This slender memoir reads like a rambling conversation with a literary stranger you meet on a train.
Given what Olga Tokarczuk is curious about, it is not surprising that her book serves up its share of goofy humor.
Summer Cannibals’ main virtue is its keen transmission of psychological warfare in families.
Too many cultural critics look at our past through a fuzzy filter of sentiment. Chapo Trap House tackles America’s past and present idiocies head-on in a refreshingly honest way.
Thomas Clerc’s novel reminds us of a stubborn truth: we are all narcissists that live to accumulate shit in rooms.
Arts Commentary: The Author of “The Jazz Bubble” Responds
“What is new since the ’70s is a much broader ideological shift in the business world itself, and the way in which it came to approach the jazz world as a result.”
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