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...SUNDAY AT THE POOL IN KIGALI By Gil Courtemanche Love amid war is an ancient literary conceit, but Courtemanche gives it a twist. The journalist-turned-novelist, who reported on the Rwandan genocide during the '90s, sets his unlikely but touching tale against that bloody backdrop. "Passion feeds on abandon," he writes. So it is for his protagonists, who kindle an affair as the country, riven by AIDS and ethnic slaughter but neglected by the rest of the world, descends into chaos...
...Sunday At The Pool In Kigali By Gil Courtemanche Love amid war is an ancient literary conceit, but Courtemanche gives it a twist. The journalist-turned-novelist, who reported on the Rwandan genocide during the '90s, sets his unlikely but touching tale against that bloody backdrop. "Passion feeds on abandon," he writes. So it is for his protagonists, who kindle an affair as the country, riven by AIDS and ethnic slaughter but neglected by the rest of the world, descends into chaos. My Life As A Fake By Peter Carey What happens when a poet decides to teach everyone else...
Coppola's small conceit is refreshingly personal. Many of the scenes and much of the dialogue were culled from conversations she overheard, her experiences and those of people she knows. "I feel like anything you write is autobiographical," she says. "Even The Virgin Suicides was, and I didn't write [the book]." Her visual cues are taken from photography: the Playboy photos of Sam Haskins inspired the soft-focus, fleshy look of Suicides; the idea of running around Tokyo taking snapshots gives Lost in Translation its look of spontaneity. She tweaks every costume herself. From the fashion to the photography...
...know, I know--but it all makes far more sense than you would think. Barron's basic conceit is surprisingly persuasive: the same qualities that made Austen a brilliant writer make her an ace detective, namely, her quick wit and her psychological acuity. Barron's cause is also aided by her deft marshaling of historical detail--the textiles alone (Sprigged muslin! Bombazine!) are worth the price of admission--and, of course, a dash of genuine erotic friction between Jane and the roguish Lord Harold. Barron is scrupulously faithful to the historical record, so we know that Jane will never actually...
...People don't want to be in the kind of space that they inhabit every day," says Hadid. She calls the central conceit of the interior an "urban carpet," black diagonal stairways that hang in space like gangways. It will not just circulate crowds but also provide some of the same interior spectacle as Wright's great spiral at the Guggenheim Museum in New York City. Or think of the escalator atrium at any canny shopping mall. To be a museum these days is to compete in the world of theme parks and retail. That is fine with Hadid...