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Writing in the Dark, Dancing in The New Yorker
The best of America's best writer on dance "Theoretically, I am ready to go to anything-once. If it moves, I'm interested; if it moves to music, I'm in love." From 1973 until 1996 Arlene Croce was The New Yorker's dance critic, a post created for her. Her entertaining, forthright, passionate reviews and essays have revealed the logic and history of ballet, modern dance, and their postmodern variants to a generation of theatergoers. This volume contains her most significant and provocative pieces-over a fourth have never appeared in book form-writings that reverberate with consequence and controversy for the state of the art today.
The Last Guest House
'THIS RIGHT HERE IS WHY CAROLINE MITCHELL IS THE QUEEN OF CRIME!!!' Reader review, 5 stars Your perfect escape. Your worst nightmare. DC Nicola McKenna promised her boyfriend Matt she would leave work behind for a romantic weekend in the Isle of Skye, but things get off to a bad start when a hotel mix-up leaves them stranded, just as a snowstorm is blowing in. Luckily, one last guest house on the island has room... The couple is glad to reach the safety of The Loch House, especially with little George asleep in the back, but their relief is short-lived when they are given strange rules 'for their own good' and start to hear whispers of the house's dark past. Despite her scepticism, Nicola ca...
First Metric Musings:
Frank’s poems are presented to the reader like a bouquet of flowers of various hues and breeds. Some exude the fragrance of roses, and others conjure up thistles. They were planted in the soil of youth and watered with the trials of early adulthood, where they were plucked out of the pages of the earth after enduring storm and stress. Some are as prickly as cacti, others as gay and playful as dandelions. They touch on his early probes into psychology, philosophy, pop culture and his burgeoning awareness of those primordial drives that inform us all with their rude awakening. All of them seem anchored to some sort of conceit that make them entertaining formally as well as textually. They emerge as fallible as human nature despite their at times didactic appearance. So enjoy this big bouquet of poesies.
