Review
A haunting vision of lost souls who emerge from the Icelandic ice, naked, hungry and seeking communion with those they left behind.
What’s on the screen rings true, but Fire Music falls short of being fair to history.
Evangelion is my personal Rosetta Stone, allowing me to decipher everything from psychoanalytic theory and gender relations to my very own understanding of trauma and the world in which I inhabit.
The Chair asserts that professors have lives outside the university and they are demanding and draining.
There’s a pleasing variety in this collection, which serves up valuable music that might not have otherwise been heard.
Theresa Rebeck’s foodie comedy Seared is more of an amiable appetizer than a substantial entree.
Put bluntly, Mathematics for Human Flourishing is quite possibly the most profound meditation on mathematics I have read.
In Maria Baranda’s poetry there is the constant oscillation between beauty and ugliness, elegance and terror, the empowering journey and the overwhelming nightmare.
I don’t recall encountering a recent Baroque recording that is sung with such a fine balance of smoothness and character.
Sir George Martin’s AIR Studios in Montserrat gave birth to some great ’80s music, then succumbed to the elements.
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