Review
In this book, Cedric G. Johnson perceptively sees that our current emphasis on identity politics is a troublesome diversion in which various groups treat improvements as a zero-sum game.
Reviews of three films at this year’s Toronto International Film Festival that draw connections between class, violence, and politics.
These witnesses to history are no longer playing with the fire of their youth, but they exude the confidence, warmth, and sure instincts of veterans.
“I was in a dominant position, and I used the weapons of that dominance, whose fragility, in a romantic relationship, I nonetheless recognized.”
“Blood In the Tracks” delivers a minor miracle: a host of fresh looks at the most (over)written about musician of our age.
Let’s hope composer Tod Machover, Opera of The Future, and the Media Lab have more up their space-age sleeves.
Pro Wrestling Company Ohio Valley Wrestling is the little train that could and knows that it can.
Trumpeter Terell Stafford never seems to be straining; he can be exuberant without sounding brassy.
Joseph Bologne, whose mother was a slave in Guadeloupe, proves to be as skillful in vocal-dramatic music as we have long known he was in instrumental works.
When “The Secret Hours” flares up – notably on two separate, devastating occasions – the story delivers more emotional heft than Mick Herron’s previous books.
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