Review
Reading this book is like listening to a lively conversation from a self-proclaimed Kerouac authority giving his opinions over a café con leche late at night at Cafe Pamplona in Harvard Square.
To its considerable credit, Make My Heart Flutter is more existential, literary, and weird than most American comedies.
Most museums today dream of coming up with striking public images. In that sense, the Portland Museum of Art’s acquisition of SEVEN combines a significant artistic statement with a marketing coup.
You may never taking the family on a ski trip again after watching Swedish director Ruben Östlund’s icily satiric study of a family’s breakdown after a near-disastrous avalanche.
Harvard’s team of magicians have brought the Rothko murals back to life.
M.C. Escher’s extraordinary fantasy constructions are captivating visual environments whose frisky improbability beguile.
It took me until I was nearly done with The Betrayers to step back and realize that one reason I found it so absorbing is that alienation plays no part.
Cutting edge scholar Dániel Margócsy has penned a fascinating study about the early collisions of art, profit, and science.
Crack is too complex and nuanced to be reduced to an anti-psychiatric tract.
I don’t want to give anything away. Not that I could because I really had no idea what anyone was talking about, except that what it is really all about is love.
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