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Eri Hotta’s biography of Shinichi Suzuki is about optimism, gentleness, doggedness, belief in children, humanity, and the affirmative properties of art in the face of violence and ignorance.
Presumably, as a policy specialist, Ann Bookman sought to turn ideals into practical reality. Conversely, here in Blood Lines, she unwinds reality to find emotional clarity.
In his poetry, Houman Harouni has peopled a world with voices that are well worth listening to.
“A lot of people don’t know about this fire today. It’s not really well-known as part of the city’s history.”
Sometimes works that major artists withheld — like songs that are not deemed worthy of release —are best kept in the vaults.
Paul Fisher’s back-and-forth tease about John Singer Sargent’s sexuality starts out as intriguing, then becomes distracting, and finally irritating as the biographer never quite closes in on his targets.
In the end, the historical cavalcade Timothy Shenk presents doesn’t tell us much about how America ended up in such straits or how it will pull out of them, if at all.
In Claire Keegan’s fiction, each sentence matters and each, sometimes very ordinary, action has real consequences.
Again and again, one encounters vivid glimpses of a man whose passion for music and music-making was immense, and who was gifted at conveying that passion to colleagues and students.
Book Review: Three Splendid Volumes Filled with the Cool, the Wicked, and the Amazing
It’s hard to convey what a benison these books have been to me, as I’ve read them in my narrow, monkish bed late into the night.
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