Roberto Abraham Scaruffi

Sunday, 1 November 2015


Sunday reading on nybooks.com: A tale of suicide by Nobel laureate Svetlana Alexievich, Judge Jed Rakoff on class action lawsuits, Stacy Schiff on Véra and Vladimir Nabokov andLolita, and a poem by Jana Prikryl. Plus Christopher Benfey on the exhibition “Made in the Americas: The New World Discovers Asia” and Francine Prose on puppeteer Basil Twist.
 
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Svetlana Alexievich
…He wanted to leave unnoticed, of course. It was evening. Twilight. But several students in the nearby dormitory saw him jump. He opened his window wide, stood up on the sill, and looked down for a long time. Then he turned around, pushed hard, and flew…
 
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Jed S. Rakoff
Class actions are among the most controversial forms of litigation in the United States today. To their advocates, they provide an opportunity for private citizens to have a role in combating corporate misconduct. To their detractors, they are not much more than a racket.
 
Stacy Schiff
Nabokov generally felt himself beyond language, illiterate, clumsy on the page when it came to Véra. “I can’t tell you anything in words,” wailed the greatest prose stylist of the 20th century, after they met. He knew a fairy tale when he saw one. He was a man deeply in love.
 
President Obama and Marilynne Robinson: A Conversation in Iowa, Part 1 and Part 2
 
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Jana Prikryl
Somewhere nearby
Mr. Dialect crouches
down a cheekbone of azoic rock,
hornblende granite,
back to the back
of the aluminum boat.

Water sloshing the sides of the boat,
oddly abrasive hollow sound
like buying real estate.
 
This week in the calendarFrederick Wiseman’s New York, Luc Sante and Ian Buruma on Paris’s seamy side, Helen Vendler on Wallace Stevens, the Festival Albertine, and the films of Seijun Suzuki
 
Christopher Benfey
A horizon-expanding exhibition shows that the prodigious appetite for Asian luxury goods began centuries before Commodore Matthew Perry’s “opening” of Japan in 1853.
 
Francine Prose
In puppeteer Basil Twist’s Sisters’ Follies, ghost-siblings Alice and Irene swoop and glide through the air, alternately bickering and declaring their love, like two campy, vaudevillian Peter Pans.