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Synopses & Reviews
From the master chronicler of the marvelous and the confounding–author of
Mr. Wilson’s Cabinet of Wonder–here is a much-anticipated new collection of more than twenty pieces from the past two decades, the majority of which have never before been gathered together in book form.
Lawrence Weschler is not simply a superb reporter, essayist, and cultural observer; he is also an uncanny collector and connector of wonders. In
Vermeer in Bosnia, whether he is reporting on the aftermath of the Yugoslav wars (and noticing, for example, how centuries earlier Vermeer had had to invent the peace and serenity we so prize in his work today from a youth during which all of Europe had been as ravaged as Bosnia) or dissecting the special quality of light in his beloved hometown of Los Angeles, Weschler’s perceptions are often startling, his insights both fresh and profound.
Included here is Weschler’s remarkable profile of Roman Polanski–written years before the release of The Pianist, yet all but predicting the director’s confrontation with the Holocaust in that film–alongside an equally celebrated portrait of Ed Weinberger, a young designer crushed and yet hardly bowed by an extreme form of Parkinson’s disease. Here is Weschler limning his own experience as the grandson of an eminent Weimar-era composer, and then as the befuddled father of an eminently fetching daughter. Here is Weschler on Art Spiegelman, David Hockney, Ed Kienholz, and Wislawa Szymborska.
Here, in short, are some of the most dazzling pieces from Lawrence Weschler’s own brimming cabinet of marvels.
Review:
"This volume collects two decades' worth of longtime
New Yorker staff writer Weschler's original meditations on the arts and current events. In a pair of opening essays on the Balkans, Weschler (
Mr. Wilson's Cabinet of Wonder) recalls conversations with two distinguished jurists on the Hague's Yugoslav War Crimes Tribunal whose comments led him to explore the peacefulness of Vermeer's paintings in the war-torn context in which they were created, and Shakespeare's
Henry V's depiction of wartime atrocity. A third Balkans essay recalls Belgrade's carnivalesque anti-Milosevic protests of November 1996, commenting on Serbian nationalist reflexes. A group of essays entitled 'Three Polish Survivor Stories' opens with a riveting profile of Roman Polanski, in which Weschler relates the director's cinematic aesthetic to Polanski's childhood Holocaust experiences and to the violent events of his adult life. Weschler also profiles the Polish-Jewish newspaperman Jerzy Urban and converses with cartoonist Art Spiegelman, whose Holocaust-themed work
Maus, based on his parents' lives, generates insights into a Jewish-American generation gap. In three rich pieces relating to Los Angeles, Weschler evokes artist Bob Irwin's 1950s high school days, writes superbly about earthquakes and discusses with artists and a cinematographer the uncanny qualities of the city's notorious light. Weschler also brilliantly draws out from David Hockney the process of discovery behind that artist's highly developed photo collages and studies the impact of Parkinson's disease on Ed Weinberger's sculptural furniture. Less satisfying is a family biography section, centered on Weschler's grandfather, that lacks philosophical shape. Admirers of Weschler's blend of reportage, history and art criticism as well as newcomers will enjoy the far-ranging collection. Illus.
Agent, Sterling Lord Literistic.
(July 6)"
Publishers Weekly (Copyright Reed Business Information, Inc.)
Review:
“Like a postmodern Scheherazade . . . Weschler spins yarns about everything under the sun. . . . [He has] a keen eye for connecting the dots we mere mortals can’t, or won’t, see . . . and writes generous prose that allows the reader to share in the author’s serendipitous discoveries.” –Austin Chronicle
Review:
“Weschler is a writer one wants to reads irrespective of what he is writing about. His marvelous essays are models of clarity of thought and subtlety of feeling–and vice-versa.
Vermeer in Bosnia is nothing less than a sustained advertisement for the life of the mind.” –Geoff Dyer, author of
Yoga for People Who Can’t Be Bothered To Do It Review:
“Inspiring. . . . With his densely textured consciousness, coupled with a curiosity that can only be called protean, [Weschler] may be the most civilized staff writer The New Yorker ever lost. . . . Most consistently winning of all is that echt capacity of the literate soul: the ability to juggle incongruities without twitching.” –The New York Observer
Review:
“Luminous. . . . Exquisite. . . . Weschler is a master of the short form. . . . [He] pokes around in odd corners but always finds great stories of human experience. . . . [He] finds the ‘edge’ and freezes it for us in finely-sharpened prose.” –The Oregonian
Review:
“Rich. . . . Enchanting. . . . A smart melding of thought and feeling. . . . Weschler shows great mind-eye coordination. He sees and he thinks, and what he thinks is revelatory.” –
Detroit Free Press “Off-the-charts, happy/sad feeling, dark in the winter brilliant in the springtime crazy book! Big Polish ears and shaky furniture, are you joy today? Suntory time.” –Mark Salzman, author of Lying Awake
Review:
“Weschler is a national treasure . . . that rare cultural commentator whose keenly off-center perspectives and interests bring new meaning to the idea of ‘the pleasure of the text.’ ” –The Bloomsbury Review
Review:
“Absorbing. . . . Weschler . . . has an unbeatable eye–and heart and writerly panache–for human oddity and invention.” –Entertainment Weekly
Review:
“A goldmine of excellent writing.” –Santa Cruz Sentinel
Review:
“Brilliant. . . . Engrossing. . . . Compelling. . . . The essays . . . display a tremendous breadth and depth. . . . By simply connecting the dots, he creates a picture that others might not see. . . . Few readers can remain indifferent to Weschler’s work.” –St. Petersburg Times
Review:
“The Urban piece alone, was, for me, worth the price of admission.” –David Byrne
Review:
“Weschler [is] one of the best writers in the country. . . . To me [he] is like Ray Charles; he puts his own soulful stamp on anything that beckons him, and something moves me in almost everything he does. . . . What sets Weschler apart is the utterly fresh and unexpected connections he makes as he digs ever deeper into a subject.” –Pamela Feinsilber,
San Francisco MagazineFrom the Trade Paperback edition.
Review:
“From his sad sanity on Yugoslavia’s aftermath, to the most endearing argument for L.A. since the Beach Boys, Weschler gets around–though the holy-moly roadside attraction here is the author’s landmark brain.” –Sarah Vowell, author of Take the Cannoli
Review:
“There’s no writer alive with more raw and contagious enthusiasm for the world. . . . Ravishing and utterly life-emboldening.” –Dave Eggers
Review:
“Lambent. . . . Vivid. . . . Filigreed and moving. . . . A gorgeous collection.” –San Francisco Chronicle
Synopsis:
From the master chronicler of the marvelous and the confounding–author of
Mr. Wilson’s Cabinet of Wonder–here is a much-anticipated new collection of more than twenty pieces from the past two decades, the majority of which have never before been gathered together in book form.
Lawrence Weschler is not simply a superb reporter, essayist, and cultural observer; he is also an uncanny collector and connector of wonders. In Vermeer in Bosnia, whether he is reporting on the aftermath of the Yugoslav wars (and noticing, for example, how centuries earlier Vermeer had had to invent the peace and serenity we so prize in his work today from a youth during which all of Europe had been as ravaged as Bosnia) or dissecting the special quality of light in his beloved hometown of Los Angeles, Weschler’s perceptions are often startling, his insights both fresh and profound.
Included here is Weschler’s remarkable profile of Roman Polanski–written years before the release of The Pianist, yet all but predicting the director’s confrontation with the Holocaust in that film–alongside an equally celebrated portrait of Ed Weinberger, a young designer crushed and yet hardly bowed by an extreme form of Parkinson’s disease. Here is Weschler limning his own experience as the grandson of an eminent Weimar-era composer, and then as the befuddled father of an eminently fetching daughter. Here is Weschler on Art Spiegelman, David Hockney, Ed Kienholz, and Wislawa Szymborska.
Here, in short, are some of the most dazzling pieces from Lawrence Weschler’s own brimming cabinet of marvels.