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Forty-three years after his death, John O\u2019Hara still holds the record for the most stories published in The New Yorker<\/em> (247), a record all the more impressive when you consider that he spent a decade boycotting that magazine over a negative review. Wherever he published, one of\u00a0 O\u2019Hara\u2019s favorite subjects was New York City. He specialized in speakeasies, but he also took an interest in gentlemen\u2019s clubs, Park Avenue apartments, dressing rooms, tenements\u2014like Balzac, he aimed at a full panorama, in his case of the years before World War II. Now O\u2019Hara\u2019s New York stories have a volume of their own<\/a>, thanks to the scholar Steven Goldleaf. My favorite is \u201cBread Alone,\u201d about a father and son at a ballgame. Something tells me that it inspired the first chapter of Underworld<\/em>. At least, it would be a worthy inspiration. I read The New York Stories<\/em> as homework (Goldleaf and I will be discussing<\/a> O\u2019Hara this coming Monday with the novelist Lawrence Block) but it was a labor of love. \u2014Lorin Stein<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cImagine a movie so incomprehensible that you find yourself compelled to watch it over and over again. You become desperate to learn how (if) on earth it was conceived: Who made it, and for what purpose?\u201d These words could only refer to The Room<\/em>, a cult phenomenon frequently described as the Citizen Kane<\/em> of bad films; they come from The Disaster Artist: My Life Inside <\/em>The Room, the Greatest Bad Movie Ever Made<\/em><\/a>, by Greg Sestero and the peerless Tom Bissell. Sestero was coerced into participating in the project by its enigmatic,\u00a0megalomaniacal writer-director-star, Tommy Wiseau, and served as reluctant intern, cameraman, casting director, and, ultimately, costar (\u201cMark,\u201d to the initiated.) The book is hilarious, and the stories behind the making of The Room<\/em> are even more bizarre than one might expect; truly, like the film itself, they must be seen to be believed. \u2014Sadie Stein<\/strong> <\/p>\n

A masterpiece of Mexican noir, but difficult to find for many decades, Rafael Bernal\u2019s The Mongolian Conspiracy<\/em><\/a> is in the same vein as the work of countryman Paco Ignacio Taibo II: it\u2019s politically-charged yet funny, full of intrigue but with the real action springing from its language. The story is standard\u2014a plot to kill the president and the interference of the CIA and KGB\u2014but the real heart of the film is the inner monologue of our antihero, Filiberto Garcia. I could have followed him for hundreds of pages as he pined over Marta, a Chinese girl with a troubled past. Given Mexico\u2019s recent violence and corruption, The Mongolian Conspiracy<\/em> may read like a modern-day fable on how to survive\u2013and it should. \u201cAll I know is how to start down this road,\u201d our narrator states near the end,\u201d how to live carrying my solitude. Fucking solitude!\u201d\u2014Justin Alvarez<\/strong><\/p>\n

When the Paris Review<\/em> offices moved to Chelsea this spring, we entered a neighborhood so full of major construction projects that renavigating the route from subway stop to the office\u2019s door became a daily ritual. Yet, despite my general avoidance of constructions sites, in the past couple of weeks I have been drawn to one, on the northwest corner of Tenth Avenue and Twenty-Fourth Street, at a Getty gas station. First I noticed the greenery. Rows of trees were planted, and layers of sod were laid. Initially, it looked like the gas station was being beautified, maybe in an attempt to make its patrons forget about the distillation of crude oil and fracking, but once the rolling hills were in place, it was clear that no cars were going to be serviced here. Finally, in the past few days, sheep\u2014and photographers\u2014have started to appear; specifically, the late French sculptor Fran\u00e7ois-Xavier Lalanne\u2019s sheep sculptures. Lalanne\u2019s sheep will grace their own mini-meadow for a limited time only; the site is scheduled for demolition and a high-rise condo will be built in its place. The pace of construction projects seems to never slow, but for the time being, Tenth Avenue has one spot which encourages passerby to pause. \u201cSheep Station,<\/a>\u201d a noncommercial art exhibition, opens to the public on September 17. \u2014Kate Rouhandeh<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cPlot doesn\u2019t interest me; I\u2019m into words.\u201d I know many a literary-minded writer who has proclaimed as much, myself included. Then one day an author I respect gave my work a blistering critique. \u201cIt\u2019s well-written, clever, but who cares?\u201d That got me thinking\u2009\u2026\u2009what does<\/em> make a reader keep turning the page? In an effort to find out, I began reading Doyle, Simenon, and Chesterton detective stories, and this week I picked up John Le Carr\u00e9\u2019s classic Smiley novel The Spy Who Came in from the Cold<\/i><\/a> and could not set it down until I\u2019d read straight through to its stunning final sentence. What is it that creates this near-perfect symbiosis of high literary and genre fiction? Le Carr\u00e9 builds suspense, ending a chapter with an unsettling revelation, then following a different storyline in the next; there\u2019s his masterful use of POV: he disorients us by keeping the camera close to the protagonist spy, Leamas (we feel close to him, but are we?); we end the book wondering just who are the good guys and bad guys. Either way, we know we\u2019ve been on an exhilarating adventure written by a master. \u2014Adam Winters<\/strong><\/p>\n

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