Books
As confessions of rock decadence go, Lol Tolhust’s are fairly tame stuff.
The standard view of Kafka reduces him to the patron saint of neurotics.
Steven Hyden doesn’t really pick a side in these fights; he’s broad minded enough to know and enjoy every artist’s work.
In The Lesser Bohemians, Eimear McBride seems to be determined to combat the soullessness of pornography.
This is a book about “survivor’s guilt,” and also about the terrible loneliness that comes of losing so many whom you love.
Clive James is cosmopolitan and learned, but he’s far from a snob.
France: Story of a Childhood is half personal essay, half autobiographical novel.
Why did rock and roll become white? Music critic Jack Hamilton’s extraordinary new book provides a challenging answer.
As a work of history, a journalistic account, and an astute study of a troubled subculture, Altamont is so engrossing that it almost disarms criticism.
Amy Schumer’s quasi-memoir is composed of stuff that would be better off posted on Facebook.
The Annual Francis Davis Jazz Critics Poll at Mid-Year: Warming Up a Riff — How It Happened, and Why It Matters