Archives for October 2015

Cartoon Artist Kate Evans Does Rosa Luxemburg

October 19, 2015 by Jan Herman

I notice that the NYT Sunday Book Review’s not-so-special “Special Issue” on graphic books (Oct. 18) makes no mention of ‘Red Rosa’ by Kate Evans, forthcoming from Verso (Nov. 3). My tireless staff of thousands decided to right that wrong. Kate Evans, aka Cartoon Kate, is no ordinary biographer. Her in-depth account of the socialist […]

‘Picasso Sculpture’ at MoMA: The Magnificent Tinkerer

October 15, 2015 by Jan Herman

The swoon of the professional crickets had me wondering about their impressions. One was so taken with the show, he seemed to be suffering from emphysema (“I found myself constantly having to catch my breath …”) Poor cricket. But at least his cataracts were cleared up (“… you can feel the scales fall from your […]

A Blistering Attack on Wall Street — and Not Only That

October 12, 2015 by Jan Herman

It’s also “a celebration of words that changed the world” directed by Paul Hodson, with live music by Dr. Blue. Poetry Can F*ck Off will feature “verse, lyrics, and music by Maya Angelou, Jim Morrison, Billie Holiday, Sophie Scholl, Emily Dickinson, Abu al-Qasim al-Shabbi, Martin Luther King, William Blake, Arundhati Roy, Victor Jara, Gil Scott-Heron, […]

More From Mustill’s Arizona Desert Lair

October 11, 2015 by Jan Herman

Nearly a decade ago in the desert lair, there I am leafing through Bruce Bernard’s “Century,” a massive volume of photos chronicling the 20th century. On the wall is a partial view of Norman O. Mustill’s huge collage, shown in full below. It’s a big one. EmailFacebookTwitterReddit

Something to Improve Your Day … OK, My Day

October 8, 2015 by Jan Herman

These two collages, never seen before, were found recently at the late Norman O. Mustill’s desert lair in Arizona. There are more where they came from. EmailFacebookTwitterReddit

A Sentence for the Ages

October 4, 2015 by Jan Herman

Seriously … He might spend a blessèd day with a bottle of absinthe, oblivious to the sun that fell like a stone, dozing peacefully under the muddled stars in a pool of his own vomit. That sentence — from page 164 of Graham Robb’s Parisians: An Adventure History of Paris — is hard to beat. […]