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…
Because we touch we want to speak, to name. Because we speak we’ve learned to build beyond instinct and toward the imagination, in a refined collaboration…
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”…
Your pluck is not refreshment of honey—it is [una puerta]
“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.
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.
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
