In A Fan’s Life, Paul Campos makes a valiant stab at reconciling his avowedly progressive views on American politics and iconoclastic intellectual pursuits with his lifelong obsession with spectator sports.
Thoughtful and intriguing, the concert reminded listeners that a lot of great music has been marginalized and all but lost to history.
The Idea of Prison Abolition is a worthwhile book, but Dr. Shelby’s case, philosophically strong as it might be, is not very likely to convince prison abolitionists.
The Midnight Club contains all the ingredients necessary for a perfect spooky season binge: a Gothic mansion, extremely disaffected yet self-aware young people, moody cinematography, and gorgeous interiors, including the coolest library you’ve ever seen.
Eri Hotta’s biography of Shinichi Suzuki is about optimism, gentleness, doggedness, belief in children, humanity, and the affirmative properties of art in the face of violence and ignorance.
The music comes out of an extended personal crisis; the compositions found here are a testament to a musician regaining his voice.
I put Joni Mitchell on a short list of the most remarkable pop music artists of the ’60s and early ’70s. Longevity of excellence isn’t the point here, just peak incandescence.
Two recent film releases, both submitted by their countries for the Best International Feature Film Oscar, offer variations on no-man’s-land.
Presumably, as a policy specialist, Ann Bookman sought to turn ideals into practical reality. Conversely, here in Blood Lines, she unwinds reality to find emotional clarity.
Damn straight, English singer/songwriter Beth Orton was back in the room – after a six-year absence.