Books
The Other Side of Pleasure: On Leonard Cohen
Photo copyright gudenkoa, via Adobe Stock. To mark the appearance of Leonard Cohen’s...
Marilyn the Poet
Monroe in Don’t Bother to Knock (1952), from the July 1953 issue of Modern Screen....
Meet the LARB China Channel Team, Part 6 — A Q&A With Advising...
This interview, like the previous one in this series with Eileen Cheng-yin Chow,...
Sunset for a Blog and a Double Birthday
For several years, I’ve had the pleasure of co-editing this China Blog at BLARB,...
Meet the LARB China Channel Team, Part 7 — A Q&A With Academic...
This interview with Jeffrey Wasserstrom, academic editor of the new LARB China Channel...
Passing Through: On Leonard Cohen
To mark the appearance of Leonard Cohen’s “Begin Again” in our Summer issue, we’re...
On Hannah Black’s Pandemic Novella, Barthelme, and Pessoa
Blue jellyfish. Photograph by Annette Teng. Licensed under CC BY 3.0. Hannah Black’s...
The Love-charm of Bombs, Restless Lives in the Second World...
This book has a bizarre, somewhat tasteless title, but The Love-charm of Bombs,...
A Brighter Kind of Madness: On Leonard Cohen
Leonard Cohen. Photograph by Rama. Licensed under CCO 2.0. To mark the appearance...
The Plants Are Watching
Venus Fly Trap. Photograph by Bjorn S. Licensed under C.C.O 3.0. Tell Us What You...
Re-Covered: A Sultry Month by Alethea Hayter
Thames embankment, London, England. Photochrom Print Collection, public domain,...
Jessamine Chan’s gripping debut novel sends up modern parenting
The School for Good Mothers. By Jessamine Chan. Simon & Schuster; 336 pages; $27....
Dominant languages can spread even without coercion
NEVER THINK the world is in decline. A recent book, “Speak Not” by James Griffiths,...
The “Scream” franchise adds another self-referential sequel
The fifth film in the “Scream” series has a counter-intuitive title: “Scream”. That...
Tomb of Sand, by Geetanjali Shree, translated by Daisy...
Upfront, I didn’t love Tomb of Sand the way I expected to. I expected to love it...
Solstice Diaries
Last night I hit a deer, a fawn actually. Just a ragged thing still with its spots,...
