Tour de force? Not quite. Joycean? Perhaps in the way contemporary individuals overlap with ancient, mythical counterparts.
Members of anti-arts Right are incensed by the stimulus funding going to Washington D.C.’s Kennedy Center for the Arts. And they’re right.
Doriot Anthony Dwyer was a virtuoso flutist, one who could coax brightly burnished tones out of the instrument.
It’s important at this time to keep our relationships going, even as we hunker down in fear behind four walls. Thankfully, “The Ultimate Foreplay List” is here.
“The body is a curious monster, no place to live in, how could anyone feel at home there? Is it possible I can ever accustom myself to this place?”
How, frankly, could I help people engage with their inherent creative powers and feel just a little bit better?
Wall Street is getting a $1.5 trillion bailout (and counting). As usual, the arts, despite being a key economic engine, will not be so lucky.
What makes this book so necessary is that these are writers willing to state realities that members of both parties prefer to keep under the rug.
George V. Higgins created a style that was at first revelatory, then degenerated into a tic at the end of his career.
I confess that I was one of those schmucks who tried (and failed) to stay vigilant in my high-minded refusal to eat at Chick-fil-A.