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Tram 83 mirrors the most sordid and chaotic features of contemporary African cities, in which non-Africans also remain intimately and often deviously involved.
Although there is a strangely dour tinge to this biography of Peggy Guggenheim, Francine Prose is ultimately fair.
it’s useful to be reminded that Ronald Reagan, the revered All-American icon, was more simulacrum than savior.
Boston Ballet’s reconstructed versions of Yakobson’s Pas de Quatre and four Choreographic Miniatures were a revelation.
Antoine Volodine is a master of the prolonged, very prolonged, tongue-in-cheek spoof. But he is also dead serious.
Makine may be plagiarizing himself, which is a perfectly legitimate thing for a writer to do, but scenes of spring snow and railroad stations become clichés even in talented hands.
John Taylor introduces readers to an amazing array of sensibilities and life histories in a babel of languages from an atlas of nations.
The Bloody Hand stands alongside other autobiographical classics devoted to the First World War.
This anthology is thought-provoking and often moving; a spearhead into a relatively undiscussed new demographic.
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