Storytelling
Painting as storytelling.
Painting as storytelling.
The debut novelist on writing fiction about free will, his love of Denis Johnson, the elusive idea of plot, and his family lineage of writers.
The Thingliness of Things at the Hammer Museum.
On telling a story within a story, writing about autocratic regimes, and finding creative inspiration in science experiments.
Several years ago, I began reading books about how to write books.
The crisply constructed short stories for which David Means has become renowned are high and tight. His new—and first—novel, Hystopia, is something shaggier, departing, in its theoretical approach, from the New Yorker School of Fiction for the emerging field of narrative medicine, in which testimonies of trauma are inherently wooly and chaotic rather than refined and concise.
“I intended The Fugitives to be as close to a zero-research book as possible. I decided that if I couldn’t find something with Google in ten minutes, then I should forget it, or make it up.”
We gathered around you while you told ghost stories. It was a familiar, reflexive, ancient act to draw close to the beat and the voice. When the drummer tripped out a beat, your speech became a song.
Claire of the Sea Light and the mysteries the ancestors share.
On Siegel’s film Provenance and its insertion into the global circuit of art and design objects.
Kelly Copper and Pavol Liska of Nature Theater of Oklahoma on their series Life & Times, new episodes of which will be presented this September by FIAF as a part of its Crossing the Line festival.
Mia Engberg discusses her latest film, Belleville Baby, and trusting the filmmaking process.
Sung Hwan Kim’s The Tanks at Tate Modern uses mixed media to challenge reality, and how the artist and the viewer are both figments of the imagination.
“The reason I am writing fiction is so that I can tell the truth from a vantage point that allows me some space.”
“I think that ‘consciousness’ is thinner than we like to believe.”
“You can renovate your soul and change your behavior and lie to yourself, but maybe the face is the last frontier of truth. There’s only so much that plastic surgery can do for you.”
After a lunch consisting of meatballs, rice, and lemonade, Francis Alÿs coordinates the afternoon plans for his son Elliot. The main activity is soccer practice, but Alÿs determines it’d be best to get to homework right away.
I first learned of Joanna Newsom when I read a review in the UK’s Observer six years ago. I was initially struck by her beauty, and I was inspired by knowing that she was “in the world.”
