Transcription is ultimately about a pact we must make when we read fiction.
The book allows us to construct our own understanding of Dahl and his oeuvre of weird, inventive, and wickedly funny narratives.
More than death, whose physical treatment reached its apotheosis in Everyman, Nemesis is about guilt, the nagging guilt that can leave a person spiritually paralyzed for life.
The heart of the book lies in its long, romantic discourses on the unseen entanglements and leitmotifs that run through all of our lives.
Joseph Skibell subverts expectations as he follows Dr. Sammelsohn in his pursuit of professional credibility and personal fulfillment.
Dermansky brings a refreshing mix of honest fandom and driving curiosity to her second novel.
Because LaBute has been stuck on a loop for the past decade without challenging himself, how can he possibly challenge his audience?
Milo Burke’s America isn’t in the throes of environmental or theocratic chaos, just a long, slow slide into mediocrity.
I thought I’d take a minute to scoop up a big random pile of stuff here and do some old-fashioned reviewing.
Firefly: Still Flying doesn’t really do anything to assure me that the publication is anything more than an oddly timed fan tease.
I want to talk about an interesting comic book movie today, but first I guess I should talk about Iron Man 2.
Jarman’s response to a restrictive culture that denies gay sexuality is, in his films and his writings, to be open, to be honest and forthright and at times outright confrontational.
McDonagh goes to town pointing out the many ways that one can appreciate and even find meaning in Argento’s fragmented images.
Well, here’s hoping three months makes the heart grow fonder, eh?
The inside covers of the books are marked with a pair of maps, essentially bookending history with cartography.
Roth makes clear the ways in which this predominant conception of female non-sexuality and general passivity is shown to have enormously devastating effects.
Given this background and now-familiar mold for thinking about film, it’s nice to see a famed novelist speak so highly of movies.
It’s not all cold-blooded murder and nihilistic despair. After all, this is a comic adventure, even if the comedy often reeks with the stink of death.
Purdy’s feeling for the patterns of individual speech, often expressed in first-person narration, tends to surprise the reader with an unforeseen potency.
Don’t know where to go for your Wire jones, now that you’ve lost the connect?
Brian Kellow is nicely attuned to the soft/tough dichotomy in Merman. Here was a woman capable of sympathizing with her friend Judy Garland’s illness, yet blind to her own daughter’s needs.