Wednesday, August 21 2002
Explores the lengths one man will go to for a shot at stardom, and to say those lengths are extreme would be an understatement.
Wednesday, August 14 2002
. . . a divide exists, between low and high art: genre novelists sell books while literary writers thrill critics. It is rare for an author to successfully straddle both worlds.
... this is devastating to Goldstein and Beloff, who really want to get their ass kicked in order to prove their southern bigotry theory.
eBay's business model has always been deceptively simple: low overhead, narrow focus, top-to-bottom accountability, and most of all, paying attention to its customers. In other words, conservatism. Radical.
Chopper's simple message rests in the fact that we shouldn't discriminate against people, even if they are they freakish son of the town whore.
Not only does he dig into a fine array of the social, cultural, economic, racial, and obviously athletic issues of those 12 years, giving us an often hilarious, occasionally heartbreaking, and almost always vigorous narrative of baseball and the lives of baseball players, but this narrative also establishes an accessible and important doorway for modern baseball folks to walk through.
Wednesday, August 7 2002
Dan Veach, review by Gideon Kennedy -- Otherwise, unlike many literary magazines in which readers are more likely to flip through stopping at titles of interest, Atlanta Review print edition can be read comfortably from cover to cover. Because whatever land it happens to be selling, it knows the value of its real estate.
What Lamb manages brilliantly is to show us what happened to Vietnam after the American War (as it is referred to by the Vietnamese).
In reflecting on a prospective trip to New York, Twigger admits that Americans didn't seem 'to give a toss' about what he had to say. This book is not likely to change our attitude towards him that much.
Wednesday, July 31 2002
Austin points out the two chief discourses through which residents and visitors find meaning in the city: The Naked City or the New Rome. The New Rome is the pinnacle of civilization, the city where dreams are fulfilled, fame is won, and riches earned. The Naked City, on the other hand, is the seedy metropolis of noir films, where life is cheap and virtue meaningless.
But while the conditions and circumstances that afflict the characters are strange, their agonies, of loneliness and alienation, are universal; and Fowler's story aches with a hurt many people, who've loved and lost, should recognize.
... if you don't have natural charm, you sure aren't going to pick it up from a pedantic, dull as dirt book like 'Power Plays'.
Everyone involved will undoubtedly make shameful amounts of money from this splendid example of western decadence without ever questioning the ethics of what they've done.
The reader is left with a strong sense of the often violent pressures that build up in situations demanding extreme commitment for little financial reward, and how these pressures can affect individuals as well as teams of people.
Wednesday, July 24 2002
Bayard, Designer/Publisher: Dan Peyton, review by Phoebe Kate Foster -- That quality of raw honesty may set your teeth on edge or it may speak to your soul. It may infuriate you or give you a hearty laugh or bring tears to your eyes. You may throw 'Happy' across the room occasionally -- but more than likely, you'll retrieve it and go on reading.
Nearly half of Shakey's 738 pages of text are devoted to the 1970s, and while some readers may find McDonough's attention to detail frustrating, fans of Young's music will be fascinated with the account of Young's most productive decade, from Everybody Knows This is Nowhere to Rust Never Sleeps.
This new anthology from Bloodaxe is a marvel of editorial skill and taste, offering 500 modern poems by diverse writers as a demonstration of the efficacy of poetry in the modern world.
In today's world Kidd would have been the unwitting scapegoat for the Enron fiasco, allowing everyone else to get away Scot-free while he rotted in prison.
About Ben Marcus there is so much to be discussed but nothing, really, to be explained.
a vivid world where floods are described as 'gray soup,' a woman's bound breasts as 'small, withered, modest as folded flowers,' pansies as having 'the faces of spoiled babies,' and horses as having coats of 'brutal velvet.'"