J.G. Ballard

Weekend (1967). AKA, the world's longest traffic jam. Jean-Luc Godard wrote and directed this sendup of bourgeois French
If we are to take children seriously, and not just apply the model of edutainment to education, it will be with a realignment of the ways in which we think about learning itself.
"It's film! Film! 16 mm film!" Tacita Dean shouted from the front row of So Percussion's performance at The Fabric Workshop in Philadelphia, a few Saturdays ago.
Originally published by Publishers Weekly This week, Maurice Sendak's final book, body snatchers, and two books of poetry
The wow kicks in early at these exceptional shows at museums uptown and down. First at the Whitney with Yayoi Kusama, next with Bridget Riley's Ghosts in the Machine at the New Museum, and at MoMA's Century of the Child.
There are numerous examples of how the right discards or remolds reality to achieve a political end. Obama and the Democrats need to remember who they're dealing with.
I had hoped to be out in front of the pack with some pithy prophecies of my own, but the holidays got in the way. Turns out the only thing I'm better at than prognostication is procrastination.
Ballard's novels were among the first to glimpse a basic truth: man stripped of a stable ecosystem rapidly regresses to his most primitive state.
With the passing of the great J.G. Ballard, I'm returning to my favorite adaptation of his work, David Cronenberg's auto