Roth’s death is the end of many things: Of towering white male novelists. Of America as my Jewish grandparents knew it.
Jennifer Gilmore’s grandmother went to Wellesley — like Hillary Clinton. Is Trump’s America the world either of those Wellesley grads envisioned?
Beyoncé’s ‘Lemonade’ was a “visual album” full of alchemy, violence, love and beautiful, unapologetic rage.
Son of a writer, grandson of a theater contractor, writer and producer Jack Viertel explains how the greatest Broadway musicals have been built.
Growing up among Catholic friends in Maryland, Jennifer Gilmore wanted to be part of that community. But even after receiving communion, she still felt like an outsider.
Earlier this week, Jennifer Gilmore wrote about the overlap between her personal concerns and writerly concerns. Her blog posts are featured on The Arty Semite courtesy of the Jewish Book Council and My Jewish Learning’s Author Blog Series. For more information on the series, please visit:
Philip Roth says he’s “done.” Has he run out of things to write? Or has he run out of ways to shock?
A.M. Homes calls her new work a ‘midlife coming-of-age novel,’ which makes ‘May We Be Forgiven’ sound sweet or langorous. In truth, it’s neither.
‘Tempest’ shows Bob Dylan toying with his usual concerns: women, mortality, social justice and the the wide and beautiful sound and landscape of America.