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“A Wrinkle In Time” Is the Book Adaptation It Was Worth Waiting Half a Century For
Annihilation author Jeff VanderMeer has been hailed as “the King of Weird Fiction.” The Queen Mother, surely, must be Madeleine L’Engle, who’s been keeping young adult fiction trippy since the Kennedy Administration. Her masterpiece A Wrinkle in Time takes its young heroine Meg across folds in time and space on a quest to rescue her father from…
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Audiobook Review: Laura Lippman’s “Sunburn” is Dazzlingly Bad
Walking out of a Naked Lunch screening, The Simpsons’ Nelson said, “I can think of at least two things wrong with that title.” There’s at least one thing wrong with the title of Laura Lippman’s Sunburn, although you’d be a fool to choose this book over Naked Lunch no matter how you feel about the Beat Generation. It’s 1995,…
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“Dream Big”: Engineering Inspires at Science Museum of Minnesota Omnitheater
Thinking back to my ’80s childhood, I’m not quite sure what I expected to be doing when I got to be my dad’s age. As a white middle-class Catholic kid in Duluth, Minnesota, I was told I could grow up to do whatever I wanted, and what I most wanted was to work as a…
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“Annihilation” Tastes a Rainbow of Gruesome Death
Jeff VanderMeer’s novel Annihilation is, as the New Yorker describes, a paradigm of “weird fiction.” The first volume of his Southern Reach trilogy, all published in 2014, the book doesn’t develop along the lines you’d expect, and its surrealistic imagery develops into an elaborate, unresolved meta-allegorical conceit. That doesn’t sound like the stuff of a page-turner,…
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Here’s the “Black Panther” Rave Review You Don’t Need
Critics were asked to avoid spoilers when reviewing Black Panther and so I will, but really, nothing I could write could in any meaningful way “spoil” the experience of this movie. It’s a historic film, an unprecedented convergence of black talent led by an African-American creative team with a result that splashes across the screen with the…
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We Need Another Winter Olympics ‘Miracle,’ and We Don’t Need to Score a Single Goal to Do It
The U.S. Hockey Hall of Fame sits high on a ridge off a highway in Eveleth, Minnesota. In front of the boxy building stands a sculpture of a raised hockey glove holding a stick that isn’t quite proportionate in size. When I walked past the glove and signed the visitors’ log one afternoon last fall,…