Rachel Feinstein’s art focuses on limbo points as shame, abjection and decay mingle with recovery, fertility and wisdom.
Hesse barely survived World War II — she was sent from her Hamburg home to Holland via the Kindertransport with her older sister Helen.
Onstage and offstage, Cohen’s words resonated — go on resonating — and if they saved him, they saved others, too
But in a bid to capture everything and keep things real, a certain falseness creeps in.
“If no one had told me anything about the world, I would have invented boyfriends, sex, friendships, art. I would not have invented child-rearing.”
Golub’s art is meant to jolt. It punches you right in the face, then right in the gut.
“Spoiler: Weiner’s novel turns on a twist, though if you know his work, the unexpected conclusion actually turns out to be a predictable one.”
“Her etchings are at once a recapitulation and a way forward, a talmudic take on the themes that had long preoccupied her.”
At its best, Englander’s novel suggests that our self-understanding is limited, driven by the desire to justify ourselves.
Arbus’s work is so compelling because she is completely captured by what she captures.