These are not cheerful photographs. They are direct, and specific metaphors for what would seem to be a profound and prolonged suffering which encompasses impotence, fear, deprivation, and loss. Their power resides in the preciseness with which they describe not merely what the eye has seen but what their maker has experienced. […]
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I can think of no other postmodern-era project that has at once paid such homage to Walter Benjamin while at the same time so thoroughly refuting him — by making a convincing argument that even digitally rendered, mechanically generated facsimiles of mass-produced artifacts can effectively contain and transmit the experience he called “aura.” […] Our new house in Stone Ridge, NY provides a perfect setting for pursuing my current front-burner project, the various permutations of the Capa D-Day investigation, while organizing my papers and other professional materials into a coherent archive for eventual deposit with an appropriate institution. […] Neumüller’s article falls way short of the ‘profound analysis’ proffered by his editors, or the ‘comprehensive analysis’ or ‘scientific context’ he himself reaches for. In many respects, Neumüller’s failure to deliver a coherent, documented, detailed, and, above all, believable narrative was inevitable from the start. He comes to the task with the wrong skill set. […] |
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Straight Outta Stone Ridge: The Moles of Summer
For the first time in over half a century I have (a) my very own resident groundhog but (b) no designated local season prognosticator of the woodchuck persuasion. Hence a dilemma I faced this past February: Who to believe about the advent of spring? […]