Tony Kushner talked about everything from Israel to ‘Lincoln’ and Obama one recent night in the friendly liberal bastion of Park Slope. He also admitted he ‘hates’ writing.
Matthew Specktor’s latest work features Jewish characters but it isn’t a Jewish novel. It’s all about chasing the most American of dreams: Hollywood success.
Nica Rothschild was the jazzy black sheep of the staid banking family. A new book tells how she hung out with Charlie Parker and even took a drug rap for Thelonius Monk.
For Philip Roth’s upcoming 80th birthday on March 19, New York magazine assembled a “Literary Caucus” to assess the career of a writer that some love, others hate, but everybody who knows anything about literature respects. While Roth himself had no hand in the piece, the 28 men and five women who weighed in on Roth’s life, times and books were more than enough to add fuel to an already fiery conversation. It didn’t help that n+1 co-founder Keith Gessen answered the question, “Is Roth a misogynist?” with: “If you hate women, why would you want to spend all your time thinking about f*cking them?”
I can think of three popular ideas about what God actually looks like: the bearded man wearing a white robe who sits on a cloud deciding when to make earthquakes and who sometimes shows up in a burning bush; George Burns in “Oh God!” and, long before he actually played God in “Bruce Almighty,” many of us believed that when we left this mortal coil it would indeed be the voice of Morgan Freeman welcoming us to the afterlife. But I’m of the very tiny minority that believes that when God speaks, he sounds just like David Rakoff did.