This is an entertaining comedy of manners, a sophisticated satire told from the point of view of a feminist professor who is not afraid of committing transgressions in our politically correct age.
What a cruel hoax: the middle class suburban lifestyle, a proud achievement of postwar America and the envy of peoples throughout the world (in no small part due to Mad Men glamorization), contains the very seeds of our demise. If demise is where this is heading.
This superb book about adventures in radical thinking is less about tracking incendiary ideas to their obscure sources than about the various media used to ferment and transmit them.
Many have surrendered to Joy Harjo’s undeniable shamanistic charms and classify her as a national treasure.
Guitarist Eddie Condon quotes a mobster on jazz: “…it’s got guts and it don’t make you slobber.”
The Stone Age is only about the gossip, to the point where even when something (potentially) true comes along, it still reads like trash.
New recordings serve up fine performances of music from Latin America, Brazil, and post-1918 England. And a novel sends its main character back two centuries into Mozart’s The Marriage of Figaro.
Angus Robertson has written a thoroughly enjoyable history of Vienna that is both accurate and entertaining.
A music aficionado-turned-record producer shares his indelible memories of life on the road and in the studio, working with such artists Sleepy LaBeef, Irma Thomas, James Booker, Solomon Burke, Buckwheat Zydeco, and Ruth Brown.
Stewart Brand’s greatest achievement, by far, was the simple act of putting the photograph of the earth as seen from space on the Whole Earth Catalog’s cover.