… By Helen Huss Parkhurst. New York: Harcourt, Brace and Company. $4.50. Aesthetic Judgment. By D. w. Prall. New … aesthetic problems to those concerned with definite individuals or types of art would seem the most logical procedure. … reprint gives in one volume Berenson’s four classic studies of Renaissance painting in Italy (Putnam. 1894-1900). A …
Essays
… noticing. This past summer, a prominent nonprofit theatre company launched a campaign asking “Why Are Women’s Voices … No one addresses a group of mixed sex by saying “hey, gals.” If someone begins a joke with “A man walks into a … day it stops, which I well understand may not be before I die. That’s fine with me. But this example illustrates the …
… a Buddhist graveyard by two barefoot snipers who will not die no matter how many mortars we walk their way. They keep … These wraiths sing with their crack and whine, We will die to hold you here while the others slip away toward the mountains. What will you die for? Me hunkering behind a pitted tombstone staring at a …
… man. . . twisted bit of flesh in a black cape.” When Bourne died in the influenza epidemic of 1918, he left a mark on … moral and “contemporaneous.” He believed that the time had come for a transvaluation of values that would confront even … revitalized the Moscow Art Theater. It was produced in 1926 by Stanislavsky, a liberal but no Bolshevik, according to …
Fiction
… are chill and coarse. He had thought himself such a good soldier these past three months, had taken to the army as if … friends, admirers. It helped that he was generous with his comrades, teaching them his mother’s tricks: dipping a rag … some poetry, something about a panther in a cage— Ihm ist, als ob es tausend Stäbe gäbe / Und hinter tausend Stäben …
Fiction
… be shuffled—if it were sectioned into discrete events and recombined—would the story add up? Or does there need to be … evidence, remains of something that will later on be studied, pondered, and perhaps possessed: collecting as a form … Perhaps she felt harmjoy. I wonder if my childhood friend also thinks of this story whenever she crosses bridges …