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The Child in the Cradle-Grave; or, If Hans Christian Andersen Had Been a Twisted Type Like Me

“The woman’s grief had almost become perverse determination by now—not to have a child to raise and love, so much, but simply to have one that did not either destroy her or die.” Ah, children, the joy of one’s life. And yet. One old woman, alone for many years in the forest of her own […]

On Addiction/Art

On Addiction/Art   In regard to Shirley Clarke’s 1961 film about a quartet of jazz musicians and their addict friends waiting for their heroin dealer in a run-down loft (based on Jack Gelber’s play “The Connection”), Richard Brody asks the following question:             Does an apt aesthetic response to a fucked-up world begin with getting […]