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1 week ago | 
kirkusreviews.com | Jayson Greene
A mesmerizing novel in which boundaries between human and digital are as blurred as those between reality and imagination. Three women and one female digital entity find their lives inextricably intertwined after the violent death of a teenage boy. After her troubled son, Alex, falls off a cliff, Anna is left tormented by a single question: Was his death an accident or suicide?
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1 week ago | 
aol.com | Jayson Greene
Credit - Illustration by Franziska Barczyk for TIMEOnce, several aeons and at least five years ago, I incorrectly surmised that the financial irrelevancy of my chosen career as a writer rendered me safe from the crunch of AI and Big Tech’s Terminator feet.
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3 weeks ago | 
pitchfork.com | Jayson Greene
Only three sense memories remain from the night my wife and I came home from the hospital after our daughter died, 10 years ago this May. My brother, sleeping like a dog on the couch behind us, a miserable sentinel. The warmth of my wife’s hot tears and breath on my face, inches from my own. And something else, in the background, playing over and over again: Sufjan Stevens’ Carrie & Lowell. Why would we do that to ourselves?
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4 weeks ago | 
vulture.com | Jayson Greene
Two years after the death of his son, Ben Kweller doesn’t want to waste any more time. “Is there an expectation that I make a certain kind of album after a tragedy like this?” “Is there an expectation that I make a certain kind of album after a tragedy like this?” Ten minutes after I meet up with Ben Kweller for our first interview, he asks me if we can go to my apartment to meet my wife and son.
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Mar 24, 2025 | 
publishersweekly.com | Louis Sachar |Lara Elena Donnelly |Silvia Moreno-Garcia |Jayson Greene
Louis Sachar. Ace, $30 (320p) ISBN 978-0-59395-230-6National Book Award–winning YA author Sachar (Holes) makes his adult debut with this melancholy, heartfelt, and utterly immersive Renaissance-esque fantasy.
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Feb 12, 2025 | 
pitchfork.com | Jayson Greene
“We were just children,” Paul McCartney mused, around the midpoint of his secret Bowery Ballroom show last night. He was telling of the Beatles’ earliest years in America, when they famously refused to play a segregated show in 1964 in Jacksonville. “I’ve got grandchildren older than that.” He chuckled. “It’s true,” he added dryly.
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Feb 12, 2025 | 
flipboard.com | Jayson Greene
I used Netflix's secret codes to quintuple my viewing options - here's howNetflix's secret codes open up searchable categories and genres - a lot of them. Here's how they work and where to find them. Netflix wasn't the first …
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Feb 12, 2025 | 
yahoo.com | Jayson Greene
Paul McCartney at Bowery Ballroom, February 2025 (Photo by MJ Kim © MPL Communications Ltd)“We were just children,” Paul McCartney mused, around the midpoint of his secret Bowery Ballroom show last night. He was telling of the Beatles’ earliest years in America, when they famously refused to play a segregated show in 1964 in Jacksonville. “I’ve got grandchildren older than that.” He chuckled. “It’s true,” he added dryly.
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Dec 11, 2024 | 
hearingthings.co | Jayson Greene
Last week, I huddled alongside 49 souls—the maximum allowed by the fire code—in the basement of Harlem’s Church of the Intercession. Four members of the contemporary choral ensemble Ekmeles filed into the low-lit crypt, along with their director, the baritone Jeffrey Gavett. They faced us soberly and then began to sing composer David Lang’s Little Match Girl Passion, a secular rewrite of Bach’s St. Matthew Passion that puts Hans Christian Andersen’s poor freezing orphan girl in the role of Jesus.
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Nov 4, 2024 | 
hearingthings.co | Jayson Greene
Phil Elverum’s writing deals in constants: The huge Earth, his tiny confusion, the certainty that we will all die. He articulates these ideas in a quiet, conversational voice against music that gently encourages disorientation. Each of his records captures a specific moment in his life, and his work resembles journaling—snapshots of ephemeral mind states. Elverum doesn’t guide you through his music; he accompanies you inside it.
