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...discovered Marvin Gaye, Joni Mitchell and Curtis Mayfield. I just swallowed it all up." As he was writing his debut album, his mother and brother died. Skin, as Lewis titled the album, became a record of his feelings: melancholy and vulnerability. When he sings, "Is my skin just a veil I'm wearing/ Protect me from the world," his languid baritone catches gently, and the beating rhythms wash over a listener like a wave...
Harvard Film Archive. Through the Veil of Exile with David Benchetrit in person at 7:30 p.m. Van der Keuken Films #3 at 9:30 p.m. Carpenter Center for the Visual ARts. $4 for students and seniors; $5 for general admission. In person specials...
Excessive psychological introspection should carry a warning label. Why must we give reasons for everything we do? Living behind a pierced veil of puritanism, the British exult in caprice--in drinking, raving etc.--without feeling a need for self-examination. Such caprice is not harmless, though. The soccer hooligans of the 1980s indulged in violence because it was spontaneous and liberating, an escape from the doldrums of economic necessities (at the occasional cost of an eyeball). Yet if reasons for every act have to be given, or at least deciphered, no one can have such flushes of energy. Life becomes...
...TITLE IS ENVY. Iago, weep. In her second book -- her first was last year's best-selling Damage -- British novelist Josephine Hart has concocted a silly piece of romantic formula and fitted it out with enough heavy portents to sustain a Greek myth. "They say the veil that hides the future from us was woven by an angel of mercy," she muses. Or, "Novelists of our own lives, making ourselves up from bits of other people, using the dead and living to tell our tale, we tell tales." And this is only in the prologue...
...remake the past to suit the needs of the present, imagining that we are all descended from African kings and queens or that the land our forebears left behind was some kind of earthly paradise, a la the late Alex Haley's Roots. This romanticism, however, can draw the veil more tightly over our eyes. For us, Africa is not so much a lost continent as an imagined...