By Maria Bregman To understand David Herbert Lawrence, it is perhaps best to start not with the scandal, but with the silence. Imagine a young…
By Maria Bregman There are certain books we encounter in childhood that are less like stories and more like formative experiences. They imprint themselves upon…
By Maria Bregman Every autumn, the small Ukrainian city of Uman swells, transformed by the arrival of tens of thousands of Hasidic Jews. They come…
By Maria Bregman, writer and literary critic To read John Irving is to enter a world that is at once utterly familiar and profoundly strange.…
By Maria Bregman The word “inspiration” is in trouble. It has been hollowed out, flattened by a culture that prefers its heroes simple and its…
By Maria Bregman, writer and music critic To understand the year 2000, you have to understand Fred Durst. To see him then, at the absolute…
By Maria Bregman, writer and film critic To adapt a national epic is to walk a tightrope. On one side lies the abyss of slavish…
By Maria Bregman Language has always been a fluid, evolving entity, but the recent additions to the Cambridge Dictionary feel less like a gentle current…
By Maria Bregman, writer and literary critic Of all the great texts in the canon of political thought, Niccolò Machiavelli’s The Prince remains the most radioactive. To…
By Maria Bregman, writer and literary critic In the late 1970s, Stephen King was already a name. He wasn’t yet the global institution he would…