My great-grandfather, Zone, the Texan communist carpenter and lothario, made this rocking chair a hundred years ago, give or take. It was good to sit in something so solid (and so tailored to short people) while visiting my mom for her birthday over the weekend. I planned the trip several months back. And then, a few weeks ago, my mom . . .
Laurie Anderson imagined her terrier’s adventures in the Tibetan Buddhist afterworld and committed them to paper in “Lolabelle in the Bardo,” a series of enormous drawings showing at the Vito Schnabel Gallery in SoHo through Saturday. Earlier in the year, Anderson talked with Amanda Stern for The Believer about the very specific kind of grief she felt when the dog, . . .
“I was making a film about a local author when I met Harry Crews. He was not my subject; he was my subject’s inspiration. ‘You oughta put a camera on this guy,’ the local author urged.” The origins of Gary Hawkins’ film about Harry Crews.
I took a look back at Mary McCarthy’s dissertation-worthy The Group for Bookforum’s summer Money issue. Also, if you’ve never seen McCarthy’s Paris Review interview (with a young Elisabeth Sifton!), it’s well worth your time.