Arts

On the second floor of McNally Jackson at the South Street Seaport, in the children’s section of the bookstore, a long table displays objects including a baseball glove, a Mr. Potato Head, and a collection of silk neckties. Two rows of chairs surround the table on three sides. This is stage and theater. A show […]

November 19 2026 marks the 10th anniversary of the death, at age 84, of philosopher & novelist Umberto Eco. For a guy like me at least, Umberto Eco was a fun guy to be around with his amazingly encyclopedic mind, and flrehose delivery of information complete with extensive quotes from memory from a varied selection

Before anyone takes umbrage at the linking of Catholics and bohemians, please allow me to do a bit of historical explication: Early in the 20th century, at a time when all newspapermen were called bohemians, GK Chesterton was one of England’s most prominent journalists and writers. He was also a devout Catholic. He created Father

A ring of hefty paint cans on the floor confronted me upon walking into the Ezra Johnson show at the Freight & Volume Gallery on Lispenard. A deft Duchampian touch, I felt upon departure. So wrong. “They are made of cardboard,” Johnson would tell me later. “There’s a little papier mache … some plaster, resin.

  Small Pleasures of a Long Marriage I asked my husband: Cumulus and cirrus, but what’s the third one? Thromboid, he replied. Immaculate Conception On a wall in our bedroom in a wooden frame hangs a photograph of Gus the neurotic polar bear, who spent his life swimming from one side of his tank in

“Here we go. Here comes the sober. I hate this part, when the dam breaks and the questions come pouring in: How long was the blackout? Hours? Days? How did I get this cut? …” Those words are spoken by Josh, protagonist of Jake Brasch’s new play, The Reservoir, at Atlantic Theater Company (February 5

Feeling Violated, Authors? “Move fast and break things” has been a recurring motif in the rise of tech moguls. In the case of artificial intelligence, this philosophy, if one can call it that, may have hit a wall. The result could be the same as a car doing 90 miles an hour hitting a wall—not

I spent the first week of October aka the official beginnings of spooky season reading The Brood, Rebecca Baum’s latest surrealist horror novel. Baum is a writer and author, her recent work includes Lifelike Creatures (Regal House Publishing, September 2020) and now The Brood, the latest in her repertoire, a body-bug forward horror novel which

Review of “Green Lankton: Could It Be Love,” edited by Francis Schichtel, Jordan Weitzman, and Nan Goldin A photograph shows three women sitting on a couch: one fat, one emaciated, one somewhere in between. They are topless, wearing a coquettish combination of heels, ribboned stockings, and flowers in their hair. Are they waving at us,

Sometimes a bohemian has to jump right in with both feet and enjoy the splash. Something tells me that 2026 could well be one of those times. So, without further ado, here is a curated selection of some possibilities, happenings, and acknowledgements that prove bohemianism is alive and well, and perhaps susceptible to pursuing healthy