Ives discusses chasing false lures, testing the limits of relationships, and what’s been cut from her novel Impossible Views of the World.
“I admire my characters for their ability to do something that I would find far too embarrassing to do myself. Fiction can get us to experience what we might do if we were braver. Or dumber.”
A lighthearted psychodrama about mommy issues and Hillary Clinton.
On Michel Houellebecq’s Submission
“People struggling to control language, control conversation, literally to control the world.”
“I never wanted to be a performance artist.”
Some time in late June, in the middle of the World Cup, a friend asked me an apparently simple question: “If you could psychoanalyze one football player, who would it be?”
A Pope-to-be gives the “No thanks” to the Vatican. Where’s Skywalker when you need him?
One of the highlights of the generous and sprawling Views from the Avant-Garde section at the recent New York Film Festival was when the dreaded low-battery warning appeared on screen amid intense flickering white light at the start of Jessie Stead’s latest video.
All juicit with an arseful of moola, wonga, clams & squids
One of the most difficult parts about moving to New York City is finding a community.
Teddy Wayne’s first novel, which involves a Middle Eastern computer programmer’s move to New York City in the days before 9/11, is a work that is ripe with beauty and potential. Salvatore Pane deconstructs the superstructure.
Anti urban segregation through zoning.
Jefferson describes Bradshaw’s plays as treacherous territories peopled with high-achieving suburbanites and professors gripped by sexual and racial manias. Their most dangerous quality: they act on pure id.
When I look at Tala Madani’s paintings, I notice a peculiar relationship between what is direct (the manner) and what is ambiguous (the matter).