Books by Pulitzer Prize-winning authors like Jeffrey Eugenides, Sinclair Lewis, Norman Mailer, Annie Proulx, Philip Roth, Art Spiegelman, Wallace Stegner, John Updike, Robert Penn Warren, and Alice Walker were deemed unfit.
Many artists exaggerate the need for self-absorption without understanding what is here expressed: that the silence and meditation of artistic “self-absorption” require an unsexy innocence…
Greenwald has been among the most dogged and committed chroniclers of the protracted, preventable, ongoing, and utterly tragic erosion of our basic civil liberties in the name of homeland “security”…
“But to damn it because it’s angry…. They always say that about black people: ‘those angry black people.’ And why? You’re afraid that there might be some truth to their anger. It might be justified…”
The above excerpt, however insanely accurate, reads like an intervention from a group of long-time friends who secretly hate me.
The American Reader asked five questions of artist Molly Crabapple, whose most recent exhibit, Shell Game, opens Sunday April 14th at Smart Clothes Gallery in New York City. Shell Game is comprised of nine 6′x4′ paintings and one 3’x3’ painting … Continued
We have a news media that, principally, has no instincts and asks no relevant questions—and is failing, spectacularly, to write the first draft of history…
Although most Americans are no longer reading ‘The Custom of the Country,’ we’re still hooked on the personality cult Undine represented…
The American Reader is proud to feature ten emerging writers, whose work speaks not only to the variety but the vitality and inventiveness of contemporary American literature.
Unlike many of the other reviewers, I have no nostalgic context in which to place my reading of the book. I did not approach it when I was young and hungry for the world, or despondent in Paris, desirous of liberation from the predictably plot-driven books of my past…
“Neither the restlessness of the surf, / nor the deserted shifting sands, / nor the obscene bodies of women / sated our yearning…”
It’s as if lab scientists have data-modeled the neural pathways of a synesthete who happens to be an expert on color theory. It’s hard to think of paintings more appropriate to the Age of Nate Silver…
Every car in Cambodia is a Camry. Most are eighties models: rusted, dented, mismatched hubcaps. The one we’re in has working A/C. Our driver says it’s a ’95. He smiles. We ride the southwest coastal road from Phnom Penh to … Continued
I was in Texas a couple of weeks ago and found myself walking, walking: along highways, round cul-de-sacs, up and down Austin’s downtown boulevards. There is something lovely about long, aimless rambles in the heat, but the girl in me … Continued
forsticulate: (v.) to interrupt others’ sentences, erroneously believing you knew what they were going to say
