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.
Tomorrow night at McNally Jackson, I’ll have the great pleasure of interviewing Kate Christensen, a friend whose writing I loved even before I came to love her, about her latest novel, The Astral. We spoke about the book (and male muses and inner dicks) last year at The Awl. This will be a continuation of that conversation. “It’s been two . . .