Tuesday, May 31 2005
Postmodernism is an amoeba-like 'blob' that amalgamates cultural and demographic differences together into a pureed mush, and that we are now all method actors busy with the task of performing the identities we have determined to be our own.
Friday, May 27 2005
Dolby wants to appeal to an academic readership as well as a popular one, and the results are uneven.
Tuesday, May 24 2005
Today's Tony Parsons writes like a sensitive new millennium New Man, but he's still the same old unreconstructed hack he ever was.
Friday, May 20 2005
Like a Rolling Stone is not great cultural analysis or musical study, but it's a work that's both insightful and fantastic.
Thursday, May 19 2005
Atlas is at his best in the essays where he examines larger issues that resonate in his own life.
Wednesday, May 18 2005
Reading a book on movies one has, for the most part, not seen is the proverbial double-edged sword.
Monday, May 16 2005
Tennessee Jones's piece tells a dramatically different tale than Springsteen's song, but most of these stories simply elaborate upon the originals, filling in back stories and supplying details where the Boss's minimalist approach gave none.
Monday, May 9 2005
The book turns into one of the three basic types of literature dealing with the Israeli-Palestinian crisis, the pro-Israeli diatribe.
This can be a tricky audience to write for; after all, they'll just stop reading the book if it's too, well, depressing.
The loser, writing about a loser, wins. How life affirming is that?"
I have to wonder how much experience Kinder has in doing any of the things she suggests in this book.
Carswell concerns himself more with substance than style, and shrugs off the desire to seek out fame and fortune.
Tuesday, May 3 2005
Sheila Heti is the next big thing being primed to come out of the Canadian literary scene.
From the idealistic Heaven of that three-day music festival to the chaotic inferno created at the hands of some of Hell's own 'Angels', these sequences literally vibrate off the page.
Skateboarding's like indie films or Nine Inch Nails fans: lots of flakes to wade through, but some truly interesting faces in there as well.
Márai writes of subjects we may have exhausted over coffee or tequila, but haven't quite figured out: what it means to love, to lust, and to live.
Scott A. Sandage reminds us of an age-old fault even more despicable than being broke: to lack ambition in an America where 'berry picking was a higher crime than bankruptcy.'"
Monday, April 25 2005
She never becomes much more than a cipher for Winslow's waning desires and advancing age-- part muse, part male fantasy, but very little character.
Where are Lisa Cholodenko, Sofia Coppola, and countless other writers and directors who assume and reveal the complexity of people and their situations.
You don't read No God But God. You face a struggle between the text, your personal opinions, and what little you know about Islam.