Books
If there is a through-line consolidating Ian Buruma’s account, it is the admonition: Do not rush to judgment.
I was surprised by how smoothly each book went down, with a little tingle of acidic satire lingering on the palate.
By Michael Londra In /face, William Lessard examines how technology fragments identity, transforming our faces into data and design. /face by William Lessard. Kernpunkt Press, 100 pp, $18. Recently I saw Patti Smith perform her album Horses at the Beacon Theater in Manhattan. Filing in, a sign alerted me to the following: “Attention Customers: biometric identification…
For biographer Andrew Durbin, Peter Hujar and Paul Thek are historical figures from a lost era that he wants to discover on his own terms.
Gauri Gill’s work is shaped by a dense visual language in which light, composition, and texture are not secondary elements but stand as active components of meaning.
In praising poetry’s power, Ada Limón leaves clarity—and craft—behind.
Jennifer Jean’s bilingual collection reveals how contemporary Arab women poets redefine storytelling, identity, and survival.
Juan Ramón Jiménez’s “Eternities” could be considered a gallery of invisible tongues schmoozing at heaven’s bandwidth.
However well or ill this smoldering novel works, it is undeniably compelling, with an ending neither tragic nor happy.
Vicky Osterweil examines how Unca Walt’s empire imposes a politically dangerous, patriarchal form of homogenization across all its intellectual properties—from the Marvel Cinematic Universe to cartoons, to “Star Wars” films and shows, and to amusement park “experiences.”
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