At 70, Marcia Ball is a non-stop pro, particularly at pacing. Early barn burners gave way to the slow blues of “Just Kiss Me.”
This album lacks the desperation, the immediacy, the sheer power that made Sleater-Kinney essential in its original decade.
This is the most extensive public display of original J.R.R. Tolkien material for several generations.
In every meaningful way, The The’s return to the States, the band’s first tour in 16 years, was generous.
I think of Bill when I hear from struggling young writers, desperate to get it “right” – and to be accepted and published and make a living in a ridiculously difficult field.
This is a winning book, conveying a strangely believable fantasy about three strong young women in a world not that far removed from our own.
“They travel the world and have for years,” says Ellen Seeling, “sending the message that there are no women good enough to be in this organization.”
By taking the stage with 15 musicians, none of whom is female, the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra presents the music as segregated and outdated.
Set in Boston’s rock scene during the ’80s, the mystery World Enough serves up plenty of compelling entertainment.
We all have ghosts, the author seems to say. And in a larger sense, Sarah Waters’s ghosts are those of country and culture, her books a catalogue of the social changes shaking England from the Victorian era on.