Drama
Reviewing the Review: January 24 2010
by Levi Asher on Saturday, January 23, 2010 02:12 pm
Jay McInerney impresses me today. I didn't know if he had the cojones to give a trendy "serious novel" like Joshua Ferris's The Unnamed a bad review, but apparently he does. Maybe my concern that we'd have to spend this entire decade hearing about the genius of Joshua Ferris was misplaced; the novel has gotten mediocre reviews in Chicago and Washington DC as well. Sometimes the lit-crit establishment is better at spotting fakes than I expect.
Human Nature
by Levi Asher on Thursday, November 5, 2009 10:42 pm
Some of my literary/blogger friends have taken to tweeting their literary links. Not me -- I'm holding out for the blog format, just like McSweeney's is holding out for newspapers. Here's another roundup involving great writers and other finds ...
1. Nature magazine goes way back.
Telling Our Stories: An Interview With Arlene Malinowski
by Michael Norris on Tuesday, October 20, 2009 08:25 pm
Mikael's Picks
by Mikael Covey on Friday, September 4, 2009 11:31 am
(LitKicks friend Mikael Covey tells us about three things he likes, two books and one play.)
The Suburban Swindle by Jackie Corley
Joey Gallo and the Jukebox Gangsters of Red Hook, Brooklyn
by Levi Asher on Tuesday, June 2, 2009 02:00 pm
A Walden Play
by Levi Asher on Friday, May 22, 2009 05:09 pm
I've been working hard, and I really need this three-day weekend coming my way. Hell yeah!
Another surprise guest will be writing this weekend's review of the New York Times Book Review. Check back on Sunday for, I hope, a wholly new perspective.
Till then, just a few links for a happy Spring day.
Reviewing the Review: April 5 2009
by Levi Asher on Saturday, April 4, 2009 01:52 pm
I didn't go for Joseph O'Neill's novel Netherlands last year, but he hits an assignment to review The Letters of Samuel Beckett: Volume 1: 1929-1940 on the cover of the New York Times Book Review out of the park this weekend, and I'll read Joseph O'Neill on Beckett any time. His baroque, fitful language is clearly meant to echo that of the master himself:
