The Brooklyn Rail
Critical Perspectives on Art, Politics and Culture
DEC 00-JAN 01
Books
Dublin's Tomorrow
by Alexander SedlmaierBooks
Frank McDonald, long-time environmental correspondent and architecture critic for the Irish Times, begins his book with the claim that Dublin currently finds itself “at a very critical turning point in its history,” mainly because Ireland’s booming economy has generated a “maelstrom of activity.”
"The Ethics of Selling Books"
by Jonas KyleBooks
How many lightbulbs does it take to screw in a book of poetry? Somewhere around twenty-two and twenty-five.
Between Two Worlds
by Maria McLeodBooks
In his first collection of short stories, Fake House, author Linh Dinh explores and exposes the politics of identity, carving a window into a landscape where borders not only divide the geography, but they define one’s relationship to the world, to others, and, ultimately, to one’s self.
Meyer Schapiro’s UNITY OF PICASSO
by Daniel BairdBooks
When Isaiah Berlin died, the effusive eulogies unanimously agreed that he was one of the greatest conversationalists since Diderot; indeed, even to listen to Berlin lecture on scratchy tape is to hear not just an erudite scholar, but a restless, ranging mind in intimate and inexhaustible conversation with a living tradition.
Barney, Beckett, and the Beats
by Alan Lockwood and Patrick WalshBooks
It is no exaggeration to say that twentieth century literature and culture is an infinitely richer and more fertile field because of the life’s work of publisher Barney Rossett. Whether they know it or not, all American lovers of literary freedom are indebted to Rossett, for it was through his bold leadership at Grove Press that we came to know the works of such visionaries as Samuel Beckett, D.H. Lawrence, Henry Miller, William S. Burroughs, Jean Genet, Carlos Fuentes, Hubert Selby, and others of their rank too numerous to name here.
Meetings with Beckett
by Andra SamelsonBooks
It was the end of 1980 that I first met Samuel Beckett. Knowing I was going to Paris, a friend who knew Beckett had asked me to bring him a gift.
