From a reader in Brooklyn who voted in yesterday’s special Council election:
“Besides all the robocalls, I had *three* people come and knock on my door over the course of yesterday afternoon, asking me if I’d “voted for Eugene yet.” I found it a little annoying. But it just goes to show how much the Read More
Can you ever really know your parents? I don’t think so. There’s just too much information that’s unavailable, not to mention experiences you childishly misinterpret or simply misremember.
And yet Janna Malamud Smith, Bernard Malamud’s daughter, a therapist with a master’s degree in social work, indulges in the kind of facile speculation about her father’s Read More
Of the many intellectual faults that have plagued the study of art in recent decades, one of the least forgivable has been the campaign to discredit the idea of connoisseurship. At the outset, about a quarter-century ago, it was a campaign largely confined to university art-history departments, where training in connoisseurship-which concentrates on aesthetic distinctions-came Read More
It was on Christmas Eve so many years ago in the hard city of Limerick that my friends Frank and Malachy McCourt brought home a pig’s head from the St. Vincent de Paul Society. It was to be their Christmas meal. If you read Frank’s book, Angela’s Ashes, you know the conflicting emotions that scene Read More
