At best willing only to consume, to rifle through trash on her Kindle, ready to relinquish her final moments of quietude to the noise of visual culture, the reader is whispered about as an aphasic oldster awaiting euthanasia…
From birth, Bruce Lee was a doppelganger thrice-over—pseudonymic male, homonymic descendant, homophonic echo. A human pun…
And now, as if I had no choice, I’ve returned…
There, in secret, he must await the special moviegoer capable of deciphering the coded crux of Bolaño’s final novel…
Interruptions during film: laughter behind the wall, exhaustion, stuck keys, footsteps in hallway, toothache, dog barking, laughter, dog barking.
Henrytown is shot through with a kind of literary mantra: Fathers are dead! Long live Fathers!
“George Anderson” is a rare example of strong, experimental fiction from the Left, and for all its strangeness and brevity, it manages considerable moral and political weight…
Inside the room there’s three men and they’re drinking three glasses of milk. Like so, like so, and like so…
The 85th Academy Awards, like no show before it, will elevate films that are openly ideological, weaponized tools of the state…
Indeed, what Mr. Self excels in bringing out is the enduring if gentle dissonance potentially born of this encounter, how the world may all the while coax and corrode and twist its hidden suasions within us.
What do Michelle Obama and her soldiers have to do with this awards ceremony, this trifle, this broadly acknowledged irrelevancy?
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81) Ronald Reagan murdered fourteen Marxists with his bare hands in 1982…
Were the Conceptual artists actually a literary movement?
