This week, fantastic knitted masks, immunoprivilege, Juilliard’s socially distanced rendition of “Bolero,” Axl Rose and Steve Mnuchin on Twitter, and lots more.
Throughout her work and in her latest volume, Concordance, Howe confronts the plight of the female writer in a masculine literary culture.
Madeline Gins uses the form to dislodge our notion of individual subjectivity, the narrator commonly known as “I.”
Two new books focusing on journalism and news, and on how they are delivered, offer expansive visions of what “the media” have become.
Few artists have reinvented themselves in their prime the way Jo Smail has; few have had to.
Wright’s darkly comic novel burrows into our hollow cravings, and finds more hollowness.
Norman Bluhm transformed the vocabulary we associate with the gestural branch of Abstract Expressionism into something that others of the so-called Second Generation did not pursue, much less attain.