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It seems deeply appropriate that a superb book of essays by W.G. Sebald about his favorite writers should be his swan song.
Whether it was intended or not, Searching for Sugar Man did more than delve into the past of Sixto Rodriguez; it created his future.
All that WASP self-reliance and fortitude, and I, the Jew, am thinking, “Isn’t anyone getting hungry? Doesn’t anyone want to use the potty?”
The band was still Television and often as not, still magnificent.
New translations of Soviet-era poets Vladimir Mayakovsky and Vladislav Khodasevich ask us to restore them to their rightful places in Russian and international literature .
Dramatically speaking, Sontag: Reborn fails to treat a flawed iconoclast with the necessary creative playfulness. Hush, Saint Susan Aborning!
Chris Daze Ellis takes a serious risk. If you hang your work next to Berenice Abbott’s, it had better be as brilliantly framed, as firmly direct, and as perfectly focused as hers.
In a world populated by talented pianists, James Brawn is a standout. He’s not just a virtuoso, but also a probing, thoughtful musician with strong, creative programming instincts.
A captivating story, indeed. But is Vivian Maier, suddenly famous, and the subject of a new film, the John Maloof-directed Finding Vivian Maier, a worthy artist?
Music Commentary: Looking for the Real at the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival
Mostly, I’m looking for that most elusive and hard-to-define quality — authenticity.
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