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Sliding back and forth between the past and the present, “Eating Ashes” paints a gritty, emotional, and forceful vision of a family traumatized by disconnection.
Gary Lippman’s latest offering is the least classifiable of his books so far. It’s an inventive assemblage of fiction, historical anecdotes, autobiography, authorial meditations (and advice), quotes, song lyrics, and literary allusions.
Stealing the future and concealing the theft — capitalism’s method, which, according to this well-argued book, is incompatible with sustaining the global climate and democracy.
This hybrid narrative laces romantic adventure with a bit of horror, the supernatural, and mathematical derring-do—all within an increasingly realistic depiction of the times and of the people who survived them.
Richard Hell is the only New York artist of the past fifty years to give Lou Reed and Patti Smith a run for their money.
Disrepair is the leitmotif. The atmosphere throughout is dark and gray, tinting a sadness that to the narrator seems to be inexpressible.
What Allegra Goodman’s stories serve up could be called a vision of Jewish American Life Lite.
Mario Vargas Llosa’s final novel is a sweet, light story about art and idealism—and its ever-present opposite, cynicism.
What you’ll think of this book will likely rest on what you make of the writer’s definition of Black digital Art.
Along with its slew of images — photos, sketches, and ephemera as well as album covers — WAIL offers what amounts to a compelling oral history of the mid-century explosion, not only of recorded jazz but of graphic design and, by extension, a burgeoning New York cultural scene.
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