Filled with galoots of all kinds, the novel might not have any true reason for existing, nor may it have any reason to end. But heck, it’s a good, old-fashioned, medicine show of a read.
In the end, The Trial of the Chicago 7 strikes a reasonable balance between historical document and cinematic art.
White Noise is neither a polemic nor an exercise in agitprop: it is a journey into the dark center of a reprehensible movement that is growing more vocal every day.
A round-up of fresh performances of Beethoven Concerti.
It’s as if Moshfegh is testing the furthest limits of a “red herring”: what if everything is red and everything is herring?
Swamp Thing is downright ornery, at times questioning political and corporate power as well as environmental protections.
A welcome political homage to Woody Guthrie, a new recording of Ethel Smyth’s 1931 choral symphony makes a strong case for a full reconsideration of her output, and David Lang’s rejiggering of Beethoven’s Fidelio is both stirring and timeless.
This fascinating book, and the rich literature of films and writings around it, have helped me feel a bit more positive about these shrunken times.
Belushi is a warts-and-all look at one of comedy’s raging bulls.
The best thing about Holy Calamavote may be that it presents Run the Jewels in a live presentation of RTJ4 that rivals the atmospheric might of the record itself.