Nigeria’s storied expression of joy: the tale of Fuji music
37-08 Utopia Parkway: Joseph Cornell’s House
Supreme Court Says Prosecutors in Jan. 6 Case Overstepped
Black Slavery Days - Various Artist
Watch Patti Smith Read from Virginia Woolf, and Hear the Only Surviving Recording of Woolf’s Voice
I put the word “reading” in quotes above because Smith only reads a very short passage from Woolf’s novel. The rest of the dramatic performance is Smith in her own voice, possibly improvising, possibly reciting her homage to Woolf—occasioned by the fact that the start of the exhibition fell on the 67th anniversary of Woolf’s death by suicide.
2019 April: Bloomsbury Group, 2020 August: How Virginia Woolf Kept Her Brother Alive in Letters, 2021 January: Michael Cunningham on Virginia Woolf’s Literary Revolution, 2021 June: A House of One’s Own - Janet Malcolm, 2023 June: Virginia Woolf’s Forgotten Diary
The Slip: The New York City Street That Changed American Art Forever – Prudence Peiffer
Shark Tale
In New York City’s Subway System, There’s Beauty in the Mundane
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A Book Club of Two: The Time I Started a James Joyce Reading Group in College
New York’s First Black Librarians Changed the Way We Read
RIP Billymark’s
Fatboy Slim - Role Model (Official Video)
Paris Vagabond – Jean-Paul Clébert (1954)
“So many books about Paris are concerned with the rich, matronly capital city, but this one, originally published in French in 1952, is about the postwar Paris of the poor and their not always successful efforts to eat, drink and stay warm. It’s a picture of a bohemian Paris that has now all but disappeared, though I say ‘bohemian’ advisedly since Jean-Paul Clébert (who was born in 1926 and died in 2011) had a horror of the picturesque. A middle-class boy, Clébert ran away from a Jesuit boarding school at 17 and joined the French Resistance. After World War II, he decided to live rough, scribbling notes about the things he observed and stuffing them away for safekeeping. Then one day he sat down to write. This method produced a remarkably vivid, detailed book that seems to have been composed with no method, its narrative marked by a chaotic and cheerfully self-acknowledged spontaneity. ..."