Opinion
In a switch, the Nobel Committee, citing her "polyphonic writings, a monument to suffering and courage in our time,” awarded its literature prize to the Belarusian journalist Svetlana Alexievich, best known for her 1999 nonfiction book Voices from Chernobyl.
Books
Identified as a member of both the Beat Generation and the San Francisco Poetry Renaissance of the mid-1950s, Philip Whalen (1923-2002) wrote poems and two novels marked by a sensibility that was his alone.
Art
In a letter dated July 23, 1938, sent by the Japanese modernist poet Yone Noguchi to the Nobel Prize winning author Rabindrath Tagore — the first non-European to receive the award — Noguchi wrote the following justification for his country’s invasion of China, effectively ending their friendship:
Interview
It’s tempting to characterize Karl Wirsum’s recent spate of exhibitions in the city as his New York moment.
Art
Beneath a panorama of the Italian countryside, Wile E. Coyote chased Road Runner while Yogi Berra played ball.
Interview
In the middle of our conversation, Susan Walp suddenly paused, gazing down at the table. “Look at that,” she told me, pointing out tiny ellipses, the patterns of the window screen reflected on the surface of a small pewter pepper grinder.
Art
The survey exhibition dedicated the work of Walid Raad, which opens to the public on Monday at the Museum of Modern Art, is a rich and compelling point of entry for anyone seeking a handle on this sly and elusive artist.
Opinion
This week, gallerist Marian Goodman speaks, why "bad boy" female artists are ignored, problems with architecture in Chicago, Brian Eno on the ecology of culture, the object that came alive at the British Museum, and more.
Opinion
As Representative Kevin McCarthy (R-California) plots his strategy for winning the leadership of his body of Congress, it is worth recalling that he shares his name with the star of the 1956 sci-fi classic, The Invasion of the Body Snatchers.
Books
A swansong for the millennium has just been written and none too soon; or rather, an evensong for late capitalism’s annihilation.
Art
McArthur Binion’s exhibition, Re: Mine, currently at Galerie Lelong stirred up a swarm of associations while I was looking at it, and the buzz did not die down after I left the gallery and decided to walk home amidst the late afternoon din of Manhattan traffic and people in a rush to get home.
Books
One of the minor ironies of the postwar avant-garde is that an artist so resolutely against personal expression and the myth of the inspired genius should become the focus of a cult of personality.