Featuring selections by Justin Taylor, Shelly Oria, Mary Walling Blackburn, Kevin Killian, Barry Schwabsky, John Freeman, and more.
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.
Noir, Balanchine, and an escape from the conventional novel.
Disastrous screenings, Nam June Paik’s meeting with Bill Clinton, and time spent as a dog.
Freeing Joan of Arc from her Catholic trappings in Lidia Yuknavitch’s The Book of Joan
Historical analogies between the Civil War period and our own time are plentiful in a conversation about the author’s much-anticipated first novel, Lincoln in the Bardo.
Two films tell the tragic story of reporter Christine Chubbuck’s on-air suicide in 1974.
Kassab Bachi, one of the most prolific Arab painters, has never exhibited in the Arts Club of Chicago. Yet three of his drawings were found on the backs of three framed artworks in the club’s storage.
The celebrated choreographer of Bronx Gothic explores the embodiment of psychic space, the nature of memory, and who gets to write history.
While the art-world pendulum predictably swings back and forth between a taste for abstraction and an embrace of figuration, some artists remain steadfast in their pursuits. Such is the case with James Esber, whose work has long sought to merge these seemingly opposed tendencies.
Frank O’Hara was asked by Gian Carlo Menotti to select the American poets for Settimana della Poesia at the Spoleto Festival of Two Worlds, June 26 through July 2, 1965.
An architect conjures the ghosts of New York’s unbuilt past.
“Liberty’s show manages to be about prison and not about prison at the same time: her audience writes about how the music lets them forget they’re incarcerated for a moment, and she calls that effect ‘time travel.’”
“A writer worried about reception is cooking a dead book. A writer’s job is to produce the best possible book in absolute freedom, so the category ‘acceptable’ does not play in the process at all.”
Hovering far below any conceivable radar, Fred Dewey’s The School of Public Life ought to be the cause of more than some disturbance.
“What expression isn’t a negotiation of some sort?”
I met Claudia Rankine in a parking lot after a reading, where I said crazy fan things like, “I think we see the same thing.”
On being an outsider, the nature of authenticity, and the depths of pop-culture.