Wednesday, April 16, 2014 Nisan 16, 5774
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For someone like myself who came of age reading the great works of the 20th-century modernists -- writers like Gertrude Stein, James Joyce, T.S. Eliot and Marcel Proust -- the highly ubiquitous postmodernist movement, which was spawned by the excesses and political shenanigans of the 1960s, has generally been an irritant to me. Whether it's Andy Warhol's soup cans or...
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An independent publisher takes a chance on the misunderstood novella
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Every so often, I've used this space to praise small independent publishers who, no matter the economic foolhardiness of their endeavors, forge ahead and never compromise their principles. I'm thinking particularly of one-person operations like Dryad Press down in Maryland and Turtle Point Press right in the thick of things in Manhattan, as well as ventures like New York Review...
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I am a sporadic sports fan -- at best -- these days, and have only ever had a real passion for college football and basketball, and never much tolerance for professional sports (the pay scale seems to me problematic, the kvetching by players is more than I can take, and then there's that whole doping thing). So when a book...
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Publishers can be shameless when it comes to trying to capitalize on a trend or a fad; and they can be particularly shameless promoters when it comes to taking advantage of the Jewish world's deep and abiding interest in the Holocaust. In the case of two recent books -- The Diary of Petr Ginz 1941-1942 , just reissued in paper...
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Of the newer breed of New Yorker cartoonists -- those who first came of artistic age in the magazine's pages during the late 1970s and '80s -- Roz Chast has to be one of the most off-the-wall types in a very unpredictable group. It was clear in the 1970s that the magazine was attempting to break its own mold, especially...
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