The friendship between Paul LeClerc, the president of the New York Public Library, and the writer and academic Andre’ Aciman, goes back a decade to when, after reading Aciman’s celebrated memoir, Out of Egypt, LeClerc was so struck by the lyricism and gravitas of Aciman’s writing that he invited him to meet for coffee.
It started with a concept. Then the concept bore a story. That story grew out of a Brooklyn apartment, from the reported self-imposed isolation of a twenty-something. Words were written, sounds were paired, an album was produced: Hospice by The Antlers.
“You aren’t supposed to strive in Wyoming,” says city reporter Melanie in a selection from Alyson Hagy’s newest title, a series of short stories set amidst the raw and heavy American West.
As host of LA radio station KCRW’s Bookworm, Michael Silverblatt interviews the most well known writers of our time—but it is his empathetic reading of the writers’ work that has made the radio program, now in its 20th year, the premier literary forum in America
There is a direct and felt transaction between the hand and the eye. It is for this reason that writing on Philippe Grandrieux’s Un lac cannot be typed, but must be done by hand.
As I stepped into the Guggenheim’s rotunda last week, I noticed a young man and woman, in the center of the lobby, locked in a passionate kiss. Mildly irritated and slightly embarrassed at such blatant attention seeking, I continued to the next level of the gallery. I had come to see some art.
The music of the Brooklyn-based group Xeno & Oaklander seems to come from an earlier time, when the beeps and whirs of the analog synthesizer began to creep up from the underground into the mainstream of pop music…
My sophomore year of college, I walked past my housemate’s door. Out of sight in his loft, he was engaged with someone in an intense philosophical discussion. Music, like crisscrossing beams of uninterrupted white light, streamed from the room, almost drowning their voices in its wail of barely controlled guitar feedback. I was fascinated, and, as a tremendous Velvet Underground fan, was blown away when I later learned that it was Lou Reed’s Metal Machine Music (MMM).
In episode two of Phoned-In, BOMB Magazine’s poetry reading by phone podcast, Jack Christian reads from his chapbook, Let’s Collaborate. Click through for a reading and a short Q&A.
Deana Lawson’s photographs are steeped in her community. And just last week she brought the work back to Bed-Stuy in a talk at Brownstone Books. She spoke about work featured in her recently published catalogue Corporeal. Rooted by questions of the family album she investigates the phenomenon of the arresting beauty of the framed moment. Without sentiment, Lawson pushes on and into the lives of her subjects in which dialogue on representation’s process unfolds.