War is peace. Now we know.
It's only going to get worse.
The Metaphysical Club
U.N. diplomats give Bush a blank check.
Next Stop, Southeast Asia?
The United States may have a new target.
Nation building vs. globalization.
Anthrax is bad, but smallpox is worse much worse.
At the Gates of Power.
I cannot find the glory in this day.
Patriots and scoundrels.
Israel's Labor Party is silenced as violence erupts.
Bush administration hawks want to deploy "mini-nukes" against Osama bin Laden.
Under cover of war, the Bush administration pushes for fast track.
Green takes the runoff amid charges of race-baiting and miscounted votes.
Ecuadorian Indians fight Texaco with U.S. tort law.
Suffering in solitary confinement.
ART: William Kentridge's animated politics.
BOOKS: The story of Arming America.
October 26, 2001
A Little Help For Our Friends
When major newspapers are shrinking their book review sections, and fine magazines like Feed and Lingua Franca have disappeared from the firmament altogether, its heartening to welcome, amid the sad fortunes of what we bloodlessly call economic downturn, two new vigorous outlets for cultural writing and the arts.
Croonenberghs Fly, a journal scrappily published by In These Times contributor Philip Connors, offers a choice mix of fiction, poetry, photography and criticism. His first issue begins with a short story about romantic ennui and prehistoric cave paintings, and ends with a lively tour through the British gangster cinema. In between, we find, among other odds and ends, pictures of burros necking in New Mexico, a poem describing chess pieces ... carved out of bone and a piece of sports writing taking well-deserved shots at that star pitcher for Team Globalization, Thomas Friedman of the New York Times.
A strange mix? The journal takes its name from Norman Macleans novella A River Runs Through It, in which one George Croonenberghs prepares a fly-fishing lure that had about everything on it, from deer hair to fool-hen feathers. The novella posits a curiosity theory of fly fishing, that fish, like men, will sometimes strike at things just to find out what they are. (Stickler grammarians might ask: Shouldnt it then be Croonenberghs Fly? Phil tells me that he changed the position of the apostrophe for aesthetic reasons, which trumped fidelity to the reference.) Connors and his diverse gang of contributors, some of whom you already know from the bestseller lists or (more modestly) the In These Times culture section, may well have you hooked.
The Common Review, a new magazine published by the Great Books Foundation, is a very different enterprise, but an equally welcome addition to the conversation. Peter Temes, Great Books president, writes in his inaugural letter that it is the imagination that manufactures the tools of daily commerce, and those tools are far more humane and valuable when the imaginations that craft them grapple with the politics of faraway nations and the meanings of things like art, love [and] justice.
That democratic and humanist impulse admirably informs the eclectic tastes of editor Daniel Born, who procures literary, cultural and political views from a hotel in Phnom Penh, a jail in San Francisco, a conference in Ljubljana. My particular favorite from the first issue is a penetrating piece on hard-boiled Harlem chronicler Chester Himes, but the biggest eyebrow-raiser, for some readers, may come from cultural studies bigshot Michael Bérubé. In a surprisingly conciliatory and positive review of Tom Franks One Market Under God, Bérubé in effect tries to bury the hatchet on the lefts longstanding internecine feud over the excesses of pomo cultural studiesand its about time.
Contact Croonenberghs Fly at 3410 33rd St. #4B, Astoria, NY 11106. Single issues cost $7; three-issue subscriptions are $18. The Common Review is published quarterly for $3 per issue or $9 per annual subscription; drop them a line at 35 E. Wacker Drive, Suite 2300, Chicago, IL 60601 or at firstname.lastname@example.org. (But please, nobody tell these publishers that a recessions on.)