Dreamers Rise

Passing overland through Guatemala in 1839, the American explorer John L. Stephens and his travelling companion, the British artist Frederic...

I picked up a copy of this book by the blues historian and poet Samuel Charters in the Strand Bookstore in the 1970s, at a time when I was l...

Charles-Frédéric Soehnée was born on November 3, 1789 in Landau in the Rhineland, to a respectable family who several years later relocated ...

The title of Peter Case's new CD brings to mind, of course, the Walker Evans / James Agee Depression-era collaboration, Let Us Now Prai...

John Craxton is a British painter of some note, but I doubt I would know his name at all were it not for the splendid book jackets he has cr...

Thirty years ago, Dr. Generosity's was a bar on Manhattan's Upper East Side. New York City had Irish bars, punk bars, biker bars, ga...

This chapbook by songwriter Peter Case is the first installment of a promised book-length memoir, a few additional sections of which have be...

We drove along the edge of the reservoir. I looked out across the open water, frozen only here and there in patches along the shore, at the ...

In his preface to Ainu: Creed and Cult , B. Z. Seligman has this to say about the author: Neil Gordon Munro was born in Edinburgh in 1863, w...

Twice a day I pass the tiny pond. It can't be more than fifteen yards long and less than that across. There's an island in the middl...

The M Press has released a fine new collection of eight stories by Elizabeth Hand, the author of Winterlong, Mortal Love , and the forthcomi...

It wasn't that late, just a little after five, but on that evening in the last days of November it was already dark. There was too much ...

They may have come from the north, those first ones, passing along the shore of the great deep lake and into the marshes between the mountai...

A bonfire on a bare hill, whipped high by the wind. High clouds and a moon with no mercy. In the shadows apart from the blaze, scattered voi...

One The Humours of Planxty , Leagues O'Toole's collective biography of the Irish trad quartet has finally been released, a year aft...

See update (December 2020). This was the unlikely name of a Celtic music ensemble that came together in 1975 at the California Instit...

It's not always bird song. Sometimes it's traffic on the street below, the first gray light reflecting off stone façades. The fevers...

When we doused our lamps and went to sleep the great ship was still moored at the dock. From the windows of our houses along the harborside,...

My morning commute, of late, is a fifteen-minute drive, mostly on back roads through suburban woods. About halfway out a stream comes out of...

There is a story by Jorge Luis Borges called “El milagro secreto” (“The Secret Miracle”). It concerns a Czech writer, Jaromir Hladík, who is...