Pure Cinema: New Films by Celan, Zonca and Jarmusch Pure Cinema: New Films by Celan, Zonca and Jarmusch
Nuri Bilge Ceylan's Three Monkeys, Erick Zonca's Julia, Jim Jarmusch's The Limits of Control.
Apr 29, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Stuart Klawans
Chronicle of a Death Foretold: Georgi Stoev’s Gangster Pulp Chronicle of a Death Foretold: Georgi Stoev’s Gangster Pulp
Georgi Stoev plundered his past in the Bulgarian mob to write a series of popular pulp novels. The mob found them good enough for him to die for.
Apr 29, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Dimiter Kenarov
Farewell, the American Century Farewell, the American Century
In order to solve our problems Americans must begin to see ourselves as we really are.
Apr 28, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Andrew J. Bacevich
Only Words: Liberalism, Past and Future Only Words: Liberalism, Past and Future
Two new histories examine contemporary liberalism's entrails and peer into its future.
Apr 22, 2009 / Books & the Arts / George Scialabba
Back Talk: Peter Singer Back Talk: Peter Singer
A conversation with the author of The Life You Can Save about charitable giving and the utility monster argument.
Apr 22, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Christine Smallwood
When the Whip Comes Down: On Mary Gaitskill When the Whip Comes Down: On Mary Gaitskill
With Don't Cry, a disabling self-consciousness has crept into Mary Gaitskill's fiction.
Apr 22, 2009 / Books & the Arts / William Deresiewicz
The Newspaper Biz: ‘More Poison, Please’? The Newspaper Biz: ‘More Poison, Please’?
We have no more hope today of saving the newspaper business than we do the telegraph business. But we can save the news.
Apr 22, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Eric Alterman
Rockabilly Blues Rockabilly Blues
Rock. Rock. Rockabilly, rock. Really Billy, really, really rock. Shake your silly hillbilly flock. Sing the Pledge of Allegiance. Sing all the dire anthems of the coming apocalypse. Sing the burning bush. Sing the Wall St. blues & bow down before the bedonkadonk of Britney or the Brits at old Bunker Hill. It's all good... It's all Davy Crockett.
Apr 22, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Adrian C. Louis
Red Cloth Red Cloth
Red cloth I lie on the ground otherwise nothing could hold I put my hand on the ground the membrane is gone and nothing does hold your place in the ground is all of it and it is breathing
Apr 22, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Jean Valentine
The Branches The Branches
The branches looked first like tepees, but there was no emptiness. Like piles of leaves waiting for fire: at the foot of the wisewoman trees, at the foot of the broken General, next to the tree of the veteran girl who died this summer slow red cloth
Apr 22, 2009 / Books & the Arts / Jean Valentine