Review
This book is an anti-biography that argues Leonardo had little interest in autobiographical self-promotion and claims that the many gaps in the historical record prevent him from cohering as a biographical subject
“Darkenbloom” is a hefty novel, in which a blood-stained, depraved swath of history is laid bare by in-depth examination of a narrow geographical sample (think “One Hundred Years of Solitude”, or, for that matter, “Gone With the Wind”).
“Plastic” would have been much more effective if it had taken the form of an anime or a cartoon.
Fascism is faced down in Walter Salles’s Oscar-nominated masterpiece.
The healing powers of poetry is a sieve through which Ange Mlinko pours bitterness and disunity, cosmic and personal.
This show is proof of the Harvard Art Museums’ commitment to display relevant work by living artists who are grappling with critical issues posed by our contemporary world.
Put Bill Charlap in that camp of brilliant jazz originals who have plied their trade by playing songs by other people and making them definitively their own.
Volume 1 in a new series from the BBC Philharmonic Orchestra and John Wilson whets the appetite for more music by the late-19th-century American composer Edward MacDowell.
There’s something gleefully retro about his hour-plus-long jukebox.
“Data Mind” contains a spiritual blessing — it teaches us how to praise life in a universe that is so broken it is determined to erase our humanity.
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