‘The Female Gaze, Part Two: Women Look at Men’
For centuries, the male gaze has dominated how women have been depicted in art. This exhibition, in which 32 prominent female artists focus their gaze on men, aims to correct that age-old imbalance.
For centuries, the male gaze has dominated how women have been depicted in art. This exhibition, in which 32 prominent female artists focus their gaze on men, aims to correct that age-old imbalance.
As a child, I found nothing strange about the fact that, despite our being Jewish, we had a huge tree, hung with lots of sparkly decorations, with a panoply of presents underneath. We were Americans. We loved Christmas. So did everyone else.
This novel is less about a failed marriage than about how the mysteries of adult life reverberate within children and ricochet among family members.
Not since Doris Lessing's autobiographical Martha Quest series, have I read a book so intensely focused on the inner complexities of what it is to be a modern woman as well as the contradictory emotions—love, jealousy, competitiveness, compassion—of female friendship.
Now through November 1, a wonderful and unique exhibition at the New York Botanical Garden is celebrating the visually rich world of Frida Kahlo’s home, garden, and art—with a strong accent on the garden.
Helen Macdonald, “in ruins" after the death of her father, tries to rebuild herself through her relationship with a hawk. “Mabel was everything I wanted to be: solitary, self possessed, free from grief, and numb to the hurts of human life. I was turning into a hawk.”
"Profound unhappiness has pushed me—after days, weeks, and months of passivity, anxiety, resistance, and clinging to old ways—to take a leap that has led to personal and professional transformation."
In "Still Life With Bread Crumbs" we are in fantasyland, and my bet is that it will soon be turned into a Diane Keaton movie. I would call it a light, easy-to-read, summer-vacation book in which every wrinkle is too easily ironed out.
Alice Munro's drama is largely that of the human heart—what used to be pigeonholed as “women’s fiction.” Munro transcended that genre decades ago. She had become an essential literary treasure and source of pleasure.
What would FDR's Secretary of Labor do now, we wondered, in terms of the shrinking labor force, the diminished power of unions, and other ills?