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Sugary white sand gleams under the bright Yucatan sun, aquamarine water teems with tropical fish and lazy sea turtles, cold Mexican beer beckons beneath the shady thatch of palapas--it's hard to imagine a sweeter spot than Akumal, Mexico, to contemplate the joys of being alive. And that was precisely the agenda when three leading psychologists gathered in this Mexican paradise to plot a new direction for psychology...
Proulx's Wyoming is a hard-pressed place. Baked into desert by chronic drought, poisoned by toxic runoff from mining operations and chopped and diced into real estate, it's forever verging on the uninhabitable. "The country wanted to go to sand dunes and rattlesnakes," she writes, "wanted to scrape off its human ticks." All the same, most of the 11 stories in this book are lighter in tone than those in Close Range, a book that took regular plunges into awe and dread. In a supernatural shaggy-dog story like The Hellhole, about a game warden who discovers...
...will welcome this latest installment in a popular series about two rabbits, feckless Max and his sensible sister Ruby. As usual, key plot developments are illustrated with flaps--and who can resist lifting a flap to see what's underneath, especially in Wells' bright, cartoony drawings? Max covets a Sand-Spitter motorcycle with Bigfoot tires like Wilma Warthog's, so even though it's July, he writes to Santa Claus requesting one. "Nobody writes to Santa in the summer," Ruby reminds him. His letter is diverted to Grandma, who, since it consists solely of tire tracks, misunderstands and replies with...
...Pollock’s explosively gestrual drips. A recent thrust of Pollock scholarship has been to emphasize the visceral, almost disgusting materiality of his paintings: the thick, wrinkly surface of the congealed paint, the opacity and admitted ugliness of many of his color choices, and the debris (ranging from sand to nails and cigarette butts) that he often embedded in the surfaces of his paintings. These material qualities, together with the fact that he worked on the floor rather than an easel and didn’t so much paint per se as splash paint down onto the canvas, letting...
...dimmed rooms or scattered around a large space. As you thread through a cryptlike corridor, the revving motors and shouts of Israeli Yael Bartana's Kings of the Hill hit you before the work itself: it's a record of teenagers racing old cars up and down Tel Aviv sand dunes well into the night. At times it's almost abstract, with headlights filling the screen and engines roaring. You could read some political message into the struggling cars, as you could into Turk Fikret Atay's Rebels of the Dance, which shows two boys dancing and singing Kurdish folk...