In PS122’s downstairs theater—a small square of a stage surrounded by black bricks—a handsome, scruffy Parisian named Jonathan Capdeville sat on a wooden chair with a boombox to his left and a duffel bag to his right. For Gisèle Vienne’s Jerk, based on the short story by Dennis Cooper, Capdeville played David Brooks, an earnest prisoner traumatized by his teenage crimes (along with Wayne Henley, Brooks assisted the Texan serial killer Dean Corrl in raping, torturing, and murdering more than 20 boys in the mid-1970s). Watching Capdeville re-enact Corrl’s murders, which are coolly ironized by his sleeveless t-shirt (“Humanity is overrated”), you’d be forgiven for wanting a little breathing room.
Sarah Thornton’s mechanical mind deciphers the gestures hidden within the wild, eccentric, and unregulated art world. Her recent bestseller, Seven Days in the Art World, unlocks the mysteries of this creative sphere that appears to be lit from within.
I stopped by PPOW to see the exhibition Martin Wong: Everything Must Go. Martin’s sepia toned palette is, like old postcards, familiar made elegiac, the ghost of Loisaida past. His signature color field, red bricks, lovingly rendered, memorialized but a single decade in time. I was overwhelmed with longing…
Maaza Mengiste‘s debut novel, Beneath the Lion’s Gaze, is a stark account of the Communist revolution in 1970s Ethiopia. The book follows the fall of the Emperor, Haile Selassie, through to the rise of the Derg and the reign of terror imposed upon the people of Ethiopia. Mengiste‘s characters are remarkably vivid and she meticulously creates a book with great scope, but also real emotional connection.
In the final installment of the WHAT STATE ABSTRACTION series, Marc Handelman and Cheryl Donegan discuss the resurgence of abstract painting in the early 2000s.
The moniker Wingdale Community Singers provides some cover of anonymity over its members who, like members of a small-town church choir, came together for the simple purpose of singing out loud. Composers David Grubbs and Hannah Marcus, writer Rick Moody and artist Nina Katchourian, along with bassist Elissa Moser Linowes, are all highly acclaimed in their respective fields. BOMBsessions caught up with the group at Marcus’ Brooklyn apartment on a windy Fall night. With Mr. Grubbs regrettably busy teaching at Brooklyn College, the remaining members of the band performed the song “Willing Sense of Disbelief.
It would have been easy for Dean Wareham to rest on the laurels of his cult status and make a little extra money off reunion tours after the dissemination of Galaxie 500 and Luna, but—along with his bandmate and wife, Britta Phillips—he continues to produce new work and tour. The two indie veterans graced Southpaw for an early show with their dreamy tunes and near-perfect bone structures on New Year’s Eve.
As I write, my husband and daughter are threatening to cremate my books and preserve them in an urn for me for eternity. This is not going to happen (and they know this).
Before Preston Sturges became a marquee-name comedy director in the 1940s, he spent a decade as a studio-hopping screenwriter, knocking out scripts and dialogue polishes at the speed of ticker tape.
There were triangles, banjos, man-made sound makers, didgeridoo noises, bongos, bass, and claps and whistles and howls. There seemed to be every instrument, familiar and foreign, on stage during Tall Tall Trees’ performance at Union Pool.