The Eyes of the City, by Richard Sandler @ NYJB
“The Eyes of the City invites an unhurried view, seducing the eye to linger over the images, letting stories come to life in the mind.” Continue reading The Eyes of the City, by Richard Sandler @ NYJB
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Massive Pissed Love: Nonfiction 2001–2014, by Richard Hell @ NYJB
Richard Hell makes his voice known on subjects as diverse as film, music, art, September 11, and photography. He calls his new essay collection Massive Pissed Love: Nonfiction 2001–2014 and in the Author’s Note, he likens arranging the essays to … Continue reading Massive Pissed Love: Nonfiction 2001–2014, by Richard Hell @ NYJB
CCLaP Fridays: Five Bullets, by Larry Duberstein
Five Bullets, by Larry Duberstein, reads like a mashup between Mad Men, Schindler’s List, and Titus Andronicus. Continue reading CCLaP Fridays: Five Bullets, by Larry Duberstein
Black Swan: A Sam Acquillo Hamptons Mystery (Book 5) by Chris Knopf
Chris Knopf begins Black Swan with an epic set piece. During a ferocious October storm off the coast of Long Island, Sam Acquillo pilots the Carpe Mañana to safety with the help of his companion Amanda Anselma. His dog, the ever faithful and frisky Eddie Van Halen lays below decks, asleep in medicated bliss, avoiding the dangers of the open seas. The craft eventually gets piloted to Fishers Island, New York, a bizarre socioeconomic enclave on Long Island, home to Old Money and a xenophobic underclass. (Chris Knopf visited the theme of natural disasters and social friction in Elysiana, a … Continue reading Black Swan: A Sam Acquillo Hamptons Mystery (Book 5) by Chris Knopf
I Think, Therefore Who Am I?: Memoir of a Psychedelic Year, by Peter Weissman
In the film The Limey (Steven Soderbergh, 1999), the record producer Terry Valentine offers his girlfriend an evocative speech describing the Sixties. “Did you ever dream about a place you never really recall being to before? A place that maybe only exists in your imagination? Some place far away, half remembered when you wake up. When you were there, though, you knew the language. You knew your way around. That was the sixties.” After a pause, he continues. “No. It wasn’t that either. It was just ’66 and early ’67. That’s all there was.” Peter Weissman’s memoir I Think, Therefore … Continue reading I Think, Therefore Who Am I?: Memoir of a Psychedelic Year, by Peter Weissman
The Driftless Area Review 