Artistic Economics Artistic Economics
At work recently, I went to get a ham sandwich from the university cafeteria. I discovered, to my vocal dismay, that the well-loved food counter offering homemade fare had been t...
Jan 3, 2002 / Books & the Arts / David Hawkes
In This Corner… In This Corner…
Scattered chunks of films littered the theaters this holiday season. Except for The Royal Tenenbaums, which I've told you about, there wasn't a whole movie to be found. Or, to sp...
Jan 3, 2002 / Books & the Arts / Stuart Klawans
Age of Innocence Age of Innocence
Norman Rockwell's ouevre is deceptively simple—the self-proclaimed 'illustrator' had more depth than he's credited for.
Dec 20, 2001 / Books & the Arts / Arthur C. Danto
Home for the Holidays Home for the Holidays
Director Wes Anderson's 'The Royal Tenenbaums' is full of bittersweet whimsy.
Dec 20, 2001 / Books & the Arts / Stuart Klawans
Ms. Heads West Ms. Heads West
What's next for Ms. magazine now that it's hit the ripe age of 30 and is now heading west?
Dec 20, 2001 / Books & the Arts / Lauren Sandler
Trafficking in Verse Trafficking in Verse
Immigrants and traffickers are the subjects of a certain style of Mexican music.
Dec 20, 2001 / Books & the Arts / Ilan Stavans
Forever Forever
for Donald Revell Even Death won't hide the poor fugitive forever; on Doomsday he will learn he must live forever. Is that nectar the cry of the desert prophets? See angels pour the Word through a sieve forever. On the gibbet Hallaj cried I Am the Truth. In this universe one dies a plaintive forever. When parents fall in love with those blond assassins, their children sign up for Western Civ forever. With a brief note he quit the Dead Letter Office-- O World, they've lost Bartleby's missive forever. Am I some Sinai, Moses, for lightning to char? See me solarized, in negative forever. In the heart's wild space lies the space of wilderness. What won't one lose, what home one won't give forever! A perfect stranger, he greeted herself in joy-- Not to be Tom, how lovely--she said--I'm Viv forever! Jamshed, inventor of wine, saw the world in his cup. Drink, cried his courtiers, for he won't live forever. He lives by his wits, wears blue all day, stars all night. Who would have guessed God would be a spiv forever? Will the Enemy smile as I pass him on the street? I'm still searching for someone to forgive forever. As landscapes rise like smoke from their eyes, the blind hear God swear by the fig and the olive forever. The Hangman washes his hands, puts his son to sleep. But for whom, come dawn, he's decisive forever? Alone in His Cave--His Dance done--He's smeared with ash. The Ganges flows from the head of Shiv forever. You've forgiven everyone, Shahid, even God-- Then how could someone like you not live forever?
Dec 20, 2001 / Books & the Arts / Agha Shahid Ali
Not Just Village People Not Just Village People
Once confined to the closet, gays are now making headway in mainstream society.
Dec 13, 2001 / Books & the Arts / George De Stefano
The Eurocrush on Books The Eurocrush on Books
Mergers and the Internet are changing the publishing industry. What lies ahead?
Dec 13, 2001 / Books & the Arts / André Schiffrin
A Poet Duly Noted A Poet Duly Noted
The 'Collected Poems' is an extraordinary book, says reviewer Ian Tromp.
Dec 13, 2001 / Books & the Arts / Ian Tromp