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Fans will be pleased that time around director Wes Anderson has shot off everything in his stylistic quiver.
Host Elizabeth Howard talks with poet and performer Kyle Ducayan, executive director of the Poetry Project at St. Mark’s Church in the Bowery, about the purpose of poetry.
Good essays about art help us learn to see. Wonderful essays about the artists in our lives — which means all the artists through history, because, as Peter Schjeldahl so eloquently puts it, “all art is contemporary” —- help us learn how to live.
It’s as if critics of silent films were barred from discussing talkies, or devotees of black and white were banned from discussing color.
Yes, The New Yorker cover pillories the superrich as they ignore the pixie proletariat at their feet. But so what?
Why do critics like the New Yorker‘s Peter Schjeldahl rush to absolve G.W. Bush?
Fighting for the intellectual integrity and independence of arts reviews means demanding more analysis and less sales talk.
There will be readers who appreciate Daniel Menaker’s brevity and lack of emotional engagement, but for me, much of “My Mistake” reads like notes for a memoir.
“For an imaginative boy, the first experience of writing is like a tiger’s first taste of blood.’ — H.G. Wells, “The New Machiavelli,” 1911.
Music Commentary: Nanci Griffith vs. the “New Yorker”
It was the sniping tone that made the article perplexing. I would almost call it perverse. Why treat so cavalierly — even shabbily — a deceased, highly esteemed, Grammy-winning artist?
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