Throughout, Ellis waves a broadsword at political correctness.
Stratton goes beyond the production of Sam Peckinpah's film, on to its impact and reception and legacy.
Édouard Louis’s latest is strong as a portrait of a family unable to communicate through anything but volatile, toxic outbursts.
Lynch's paintings are beautiful yet macabre, mysterious and rich in the tactility of the methods of their creation.
By the end, the lesson we've learned is that the stories we tell ourselves about the past have always been revised from a previous draft.
Throughout this remarkable book, what seizes the characters’ attention, and ours, often has the dissimulated air of a revelation that’s still in the midst of disclosure.
There’s something uncommonly relaxing about many of McPhee’s patient elaborations of things known and unknown.
Piero‘s visual style, indicates the irrevocability of the past, even though the book is often a fairly straightforward record.
Even as The Lonesome Bodybuilder approaches its conclusion, new and winding pathways unfurl.
Grann not only conveys something of Antarctica’s haunted landscape, but also the boundless awe that it occasioned in Henry Worsley.
The novella is an absorbing read, but its vicious, downtrodden qualities are sometimes overwrought.
At its best, History of Violence about the tension between desire and danger, between passion and destruction.
Vicuña is populated with characters even more thinly veiled than Gore Vidal’s were 60 years ago in The Best Man.
The words in George Saunders’s debut novel have a particularly oily, electric, tactile quality.
The strength of Queer Cinema in the World lies in its thorough and precise articulations of aesthetic traits.
Each character bears the scars of previous generations, but each one makes his or her own path.
Humanity may be a sordid, violent, alienated lot, enslaved by economic and technological systems it no longer controls, but Zero K is a disarmingly humanist work.
Regarding national cinemas, each section skews heavily toward filmmakers from either Europe or the United States.
The novel’s frequent detours into Sri Lanka’s past aren’t merely historical window dressing.
Bérubé has crafted an accessible if still rigorous study of the way fiction grapples with intellectual disability.