As summer is coming to an end, I want to praise a single publication that made this season ambitious like no novel or cinematic creation could ever make. After reading Kiran Desai's "The Inheritance of Loss," I was overdosed with overdeveloped characters that are faced with unrelenting complexities of life. And the much-anticipated "The Tree of Life" by Terrence Malick featured frustrations that are unique to middle class American families only. What a single issue of The New Yorker does, unlike any other 'escape' I could find this summer, is include themes about power relations, doing gender and the major flaws of interpersonal interaction at intersection of class, sex and race. Just grab the magazine, and you will be offered a selection of stimulating reads like no other publication presents.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
I 'heart' The New Yorker
As summer is coming to an end, I want to praise a single publication that made this season ambitious like no novel or cinematic creation could ever make. After reading Kiran Desai's "The Inheritance of Loss," I was overdosed with overdeveloped characters that are faced with unrelenting complexities of life. And the much-anticipated "The Tree of Life" by Terrence Malick featured frustrations that are unique to middle class American families only. What a single issue of The New Yorker does, unlike any other 'escape' I could find this summer, is include themes about power relations, doing gender and the major flaws of interpersonal interaction at intersection of class, sex and race. Just grab the magazine, and you will be offered a selection of stimulating reads like no other publication presents.
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