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Phillip Lopate has had a good year, publishing To Show and To Tell: The Craft of Literary Nonfiction and Portrait Inside My Head. He spoke with Sharlin about humor, honesty, and his identity as a native New Yorker.
This is a handsome book about the self-taught filmmaker and photographer Rudy Burckhardt, who was also a painter and a writer and, from the 1930s to the 1990s, the well-known photo-chronicler of New York artists and their studios.
Who’d have guessed that Phillip Lopate’s Notes on Sontag would turn out to be a characteristically Lopatian occasion, a golden opportunity for his signature marriage of eagle-eyed erudition and vernacular ruminations and asides?
From New Museum of Contemporary Art, New York City, Fall, 2002
Edward Said talks with writer Phillip Lopate about his book, Out of Place, a memoir of his childhood and formation into the itinerate conscience of the intelligentsia and figurehead of postcolonial politics that we know him as today.
In advance of the next installment of his extensive history of New York City, Wallace expounds on the pivotal early years of the twentieth century.
When we admitted we didn’t speak the language, she translated, “Boys, are you German men?”—an odd, shivery question, in that we were both actually Jewish men.
In the spring of 2001, a vast and (surprisingly) sustained retrospective of paintings, sculpture, photographs, lithographs, and tapestries by the Turkish born artist Burhan Dogançay was held in Istanbul’s Dolmabahçe Cultural Center, formerly a palace wing.
Featuring selections by Corina Copp, Max Galyon, Patricia Spears Jones, S.D. Chrostowska, Karl Holmqvist, Phillip Lopate, Mary Simpson, and more.
As the following dialogue will make clear, I’m a stone fan of Geoff Dyer, the mid-career British author who is our leading master of the undefinable memoir-essay-perambulation on diverse topics: jazz, D. H. Lawrence, photography, travel, drugs, sex, etcetera.