Donald Trump
This is a measured book, harrowing at times but also thoroughly enjoyable. It’s a fun read about a rape trial.
The question before arts organizations and companies is the same one that looms over the rest of us: will they—can they—act before it’s too late?
There’s nothing benign about what just happened on the banks of the Potomac. Indeed, the president’s move makes history of the most nefarious kind: for the first time, the federal government has hijacked what is supposed to be the nation’s premiere arts institution in an effort to explicitly censor voices and viewpoints it deems undesirable.
It’s Jeremy Strong’s portrayal of Roy Cohn that hangs in this not-very-good movie like a Rembrandt on the cracked plaster of a La Quinta suite by the airport.
The notion that columnists like Breslin were “deadline artists” is apt. Their task was to come up with a story idea, track it down, then give it a narrative spark, all ahead of a ticking clock as the drop-deadline for the next edition loomed.
All four budgets that Donald Trump and his sycophants sent to Congress had nada for the arts and humanities.
According to Sarah Kendzior, “we have a transnational crime syndicate masquerading as a government.”
Andrew Child pictures the candidates riding a skateboard, each in a slightly different pose and dressed in slightly different cool gear.
Politicians are forced to perform on a massive stage and under the fierce gaze of a thousand lenses, yet few have real skills in that arena.
Culture Commentary: Homemade and Despicable
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