Lila by Marilynne Robinson
The Visionist by Rachel Urquhart
Levels of Life by Julian Barnes
Lookaway, Lookaway by Wilton Barnhardt
Odds Against Tomorrow by Nathaniel Rich
Dear Life by Alice Munro
Telegraph Avenue by Michael Chabon
Blue Nights by Joan Didion
Sempre Susan: A Memoir of Susan Sontag by Sigrid Nunez
Witches on the Road Tonight by Sheri Holman
A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan
My Dog Tulip by J.R. Ackerley, with an introduction by Elizabeth Marshall Thomas
My Dog Tulip a film directed by Paul Fierlinger and Sandra Fierlinger
The Art Student’s War by Brad Leithauser
The Believers by Zoë Heller
Sea of Poppies by Amitav Ghosh
Breath by Tim Winton
His Illegal Self by Peter Carey
Learning to Drive: And Other Life Stories by Katha Pollitt
The Collected Stories by Amy Hempel, with an introduction by Rick Moody
Twighlight of the Superheroes: Stories by Deborah Eisenberg
Truth and Consequences by Alison Lurie
Jerry Engels by Thomas Rogers
At the Shores by Thomas Rogers
And Now You Can Go by Vendela Vida
A Box of Matches by Nicholson Baker
Le Mariage by Diane Johnson
Last Vanities by Fleur Jaeggy, translated by Tim Parks
Moo by Jane Smiley
The Fermata by Nicholson Baker
The Alaskan brown bear rises up as tall as a brownstone and claws the bright wintery diorama sky; the vultures and hyenas and jackals hunch and squirm hideously in the light of their glass case. But all around them is darkness. The rooms that hold the Museum of Natural History’s famous dioramas are vast and dimly lit.
I met a friend for lunch the other day at The Morgan Library. In honor of their Jane Austen exhibit, they are serving a Regency lunch. Whenever I hear the word Regency, I think not of Jane Austen, but of Dickens’s Old Mr. Turveydrop, celebrated everywhere for his Deportment, who named his son Prince. I don’t know if Old Mr. Turveydrop would have approved, but we thought it was a delicious Regency lunch—Poached Atlantic Salmon, Fricassee of Macomber Turnips & Mushrooms, Mustard Greens, Baked Apple Cobbler—though what exactly about the menu qualified as Regency is somewhat obscure. The turnips? I have never eaten more delicious turnips. I happily imagined Jane Austen eating delicate, sweet Macomber turnips, too. But at home, after a little on-line research, I came to realize how unlikely it is that she did—Macomber turnips seem to be a cross breed of radishes and rutabagas developed by the two Macomber brothers in Westport, Massachussetts in 1876.
A micro room of our own: the Museum of the City of New York has a new exhibit called “Making Room” that presents a welcome antidote to the swollen McMansion: minute spaces beautifully designed.
To go along with your "Howl" twitter feed, an exhibition of Allen Ginsberg's photographs called "Beat Memories."
Musica Angelica, the wonderful Baroque ensemble for which traffic-averse early music lovers on the west side of Los Angeles are eternally grateful because they are so good and because they are not downtown, is performing Bach's Christmas Oratorio.
Why these two together? I can't imagine, but I feel either one could come up with a compelling reason.
A photography exhibit with 160 images of London street scenes and another 30 of New York by photographers like Jacob Riis, Berenice Abbot, Helen Levitt, William Klein, Nan Goldin, Joel Meyerowitz, John Thompson, Laszlo Moholy-Nagy, and more.
A theatrical event to benefit the South Street Seaport Museum including music, whales (on film), and readings from Moby Dick by Matthew Broderick, Edward Herrmann, John Douglas Thompson and Matthew Rauch, and historian and author Nathaniel Philbrick.
The most romantic literary gathering the world has ever known. On a piazzeta with views of the Bay of Naples, readings of new, original works in English and Italian.
Hockney photos, beefcake, Marylin, Liberace arm wrestling Rock Hudson, glorious mid-century architecture: this is a mesmerizing exhibit.
The program features works by Boismortier, Corelli, Geminiani, Mondoville and the sublime Rameau.