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Why did Patton Oswalt submit himself, for a time, to drowning in movies? I never quite understood that..
Tristana is Ibsen’s Doll’s House played as a gaunt farce, a vision of feminism as icy egotism rather than individual liberation.
Very little happens in Dominique Fabre’s books, yet one keeps on reading. because he so genuinely depicts the ordinary lives that most of us lead.
To his credit, Garry Wills does not attempt to tell us what Shakespeare or his contemporaries “really meant,” nor does he suggest that there are ways that these plays ought be staged.
The Man Between offers a fascinating glimpse of the late master translator Michael Henry Heim, its reportedly modest and reticent protagonist.
“It’s not depressing to be told that writers and artists are getting screwed. It’s our daily reality.”
Miranda July’s originality of vision rests on an acute (and astute) awareness of the cosmic and the quotidian.
It is unlikely that those who turned automatic fire on the staff of Charlie Hebdon ever read Michel Houellebecq.
Valuable new translations of Aimé Césaire suggest that we have overemphasized the political dimension of his poetry and overlooked other, purely literary, qualities.
Book Review: “Culture Crash” — The People Who Followed Their Bliss Off a Cliff
Truth is, the fraying of the middle class is not just something that has happened to creatives.
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