... include a superb piece by John Timpane reviewing a slew of books by and about Allen Ginsberg. Mysteriously, it does not appear online. When it does, I will link to it.
In the meantime, though, there is ...
Dan De Luca's look at a couple of graphic fiction anthologies: Illustrating anew the graphic novel's art.
John Freeman's appraisal of Joan Didion's collected nonfiction: Essential Didion: California roots, American visions.
Ed Voves's take on a new biography of Caesar Augustus (just in time for the Christmas season): Exploring the two sides of Augustus, the 'first man' of ancient Rome.
Gregory Feeley's canny look at Gene Wolfe's Soldier of Sidon: Soldier in ancient Greece loses his past .
Katie Haegele's fond look at Maybe: Young Adult Reader Pain, frustration, revelation - a year in the life of Brian.
Over the past week, these ran as well:
Kevin Grauke was much impressed with Richard Bausch's Thanksgiving Night: Troubles of human hearts, shattering as an apocalypse.
Kathryn De Vito took a close look at Arnaldur Indridason's Silence of the Grave: Icelandic chiller spans decades.
And David Hiltbrand pretty much liked Duane Swierczynski's The Blonde: Guy goes into a bar, in Philly airport...
Update: Thanks to Rus Bowden (see Comment attached), here is John Timpane's Ginsberg piece: Reading, looking at Allen Ginsberg.
Gee, where would this book editor be without the help of ... lit bloggers?
Update II: Also not to be found online is Art Durkee's poem "After Elegies." Guess that will have to wait until I'm in the office tomorrow.
John Timpane's article is here: Reading, looking at Allen Ginsberg: The Beat Generation poet wrote and did many things. His journals and poems, and a biography, offer insight.
ReplyDeleteI thought the Indidason was excellent. Unlike your reviewer, I thought it in a different class to Christie, as in my opinion Christie did not really go in for characterisation, and one could not say that for Indridason.
ReplyDeleteThe father-daughter (and broken family) theme in Indridason's book reveal emotion and insight that Christie never came remotely near to, in my view. (I speak as a fan of a great deal of Christie -- but she was of a different level, completely, to Indridason)