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...popular culture and art. Wasserman’s piece is a mixed-media re-invention of the frivolous, gossip-hungry magazine “US Weekly.” By altering parts of the magazine’s text and inserting opposing images, Wasserman creates poignant juxtapositions. One page, entitled “Puttin’ on the Glitz” shows a photograph of red carpet-ready Eva Longoria and the following text: “Iraqi citizen, it condemned Dell’Acqua with black and white diamonds attack that had left twenty-three children dead...
...used greeting card for your anniversary, then asking, “Aren’t you going to thank me?” I have no qualms with emo as a sub-genre of rock, nor with the premise of pouring your pre-teen heart out onto a page or into a microphone. As for listeners, if you can get your jollies from three minutes of nostalgic whining even after exiting your teen years, embrace it. But if “Infinity” is any indication, Fall Out Boy couldn’t care less about either the nostalgia...
...page report included only three pages addressing how its recommendations would be implemented, saying the details “are beyond the purview of our Task Force.” But the report called for “a major commitment of resources to the development of a substantial menu of courses for general education...
...have nothing against “Us Weekly” magazine. I mean, who doesn’t love to skim its pages for gritty gossip and fashionable celeb photos? But when it comes to a biography of the literary heroes of Transcendentalism, I just can’t get behind this style of all hype and no substance. In a delivery disastrously aimed at the hip-intellectual readership, Susan Cheever’s “American Bloomsbury” reduces Louisa May Alcott, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Margaret Fuller, Nathaniel Hawthorne, and Henry David Thoreau to a group...
...which all eras and aspects of knowledge become fair game for a textual shout-out, regardless of any deep affiliation to the subject. Hints that an author may be suffering from RAS include abrupt transitions to fictional works that James could not plausibly have read; one page in the prologue offers up tidy gems from Sartre and the “great Hasidic masters.” With respect to James’ reaction to the death of his father, isn’t it a trifle much to call his preoccupation with the bare emptiness of life...