The best of America's best writer on dance"" For twenty-five years, Arlene Croce was "The New Yorker's" dance critic, a post the magazine created expressly for her. Her entertaining, forthright, passionate reviews and essays revealed the logic and history of ballet, modern dance, and their...
Writing in the Dark, Dancing in The New YorkerThe article reviews the book "Writing in the Dark, Dancing in The New Yorker," by Arlene Croce.Arlene Crocemacmillan
Writing in the Dark, Dancing in the New Yorker 电子书 读后感 评分☆☆☆ 评分☆☆☆ 评分☆☆☆ 评分☆☆☆ 评分☆☆☆ 类似图书 点击查看全场最低价 出版者:Univ Pr of Florida 作者:Croce, Arlene 出品人: 页数:784 译者: 出版时间:2005-9...
Johnson received the Lifetime Achievement in Contemporary Sculpture Award from the International Sculpture Center in 2019, which he had supported for years at the invitation of founder Elden Tefft, a sculptor and a professor at the University of Kansas, and membership in the New Jersey Hall of Fa...
Welcome, Jo, to the Displaced Nation. First let’s do a quick review of all the places you’ve called “home”. You were born inStamford, a town in Lincolnshire, UK. A few years back, Stamford was rated the best place to live by theSunday Times. But you were not content to stay...
“Did some dancing.” Ah. “Well, since you belong to me now, there’s a woman named Gabby at the card room I own, who handles all the money, and she’s going to teach you how to serve people drinks.” She looked at me as if I’d said we were going to worship snakes at th...
(she wasn’t lame; just the idea of having a girlfriend in eight grade) shortly after, and was pretty much welcomed. By springtime things had settled, I was no longer the mysterious new kid, and while still abundant with friends and well-liked overall, could sense storm clouds on the ...
room of a hostel in Flagstaff, Arizona. It was cheap and we were cheerful and all charged up for our renegade getaway from the claws of a corporate meeting. It felt like camp as our company of two women and three men giggled, whispering tales in the dark until we drifted off to ...
We’d hit the corner of something in this exchange. During the days that followed we edged around it with our silence, like a piece of furniture knocked in the dark. I worried that if we spoke too openly on the subject then something would disintegrate. Or maybe I was just afraid of ...
Via The New Yorker, an article that merits blowing the cobwebs off this site: Do We Write Differently on a Screen? Excerpt: I wrote my first story in a university library, in Boston. It was 1978, and I was bored to death with structuralism and post-structuralism. I wrote with a cheap...