Author: Michael Quinn

Arts

Quinn on Books: Yonkers’ Paradise

Review of Forgotten No More: The Restoration of Untermyer Gardens, by the Untermyer Gardens Conservancy Review by Michael Quinn Who’s up for a day trip? It’s helpful if you have a car, but not necessary. You can get to Yonkers from Grand Central Station in less than an hour. Now, I know what you’re thinking: Yonkers? What do I want […]

Arts

Quinn on Books: Table for Two

Review of Lunch with Lizabeth, by Todd Hughes Review by Michael Quinn Falling in love happens differently for everyone. Cupid picks up his bow and sometimes shoots an arrow where you’d never expect it to land. In the 1980s, gay filmmaker Todd Hughes fell head over heels for a femme fatale. She had him from hello—a sultry one spoken on […]

Arts

Quinn on Books: Who’s Gonna Plug Their Ears When You Scream?

Review of No Filter: The Good, the Bad, and the Beautiful, by Paulina Porizkova Review by Michael Quinn Books by authors whose first language isn’t English are always interesting to read. You often “hear” something unusual in the rhythm of the sentences. It has nothing to do with the writer’s command of the language. My guess is it’s a kind […]

Arts

The Ghost of Christmas (Books) Pas

Review by Michael Quinn Like the Ghost of Christmas Past in Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol, I’m taking you back in time. Come. Hold my hand. No need to be afraid. We’re flying out your apartment window, and heading toward Manhattan. Look at all those people down there. So much hustle and bustle. Why, it’s Christmastime! There’s the tree in […]

Arts

Teen Angst

Review of My Perfect Life, by Lynda Barry Review by Michael Quinn In the `90s, when I was in college, a friend showed me a book from her women’s studies course. She thought I might like it. It was a comic book with a bright pink cover with a drawing of a homely-looking girl standing in front of a mirror. […]

Arts, Books

Quinn on Books: Mama’s Boy; Matt Caprioli’s One Headlight, review by Michael Quinn

We are children for only a short time, but spend the rest of our lives making sense of our childhoods. It’s an impressionable period of so many firsts. We soak them up like a sponge. In his heartfelt coming-of-age memoir One Headlight, Matt Caprioli (a former arts editor of this paper) wrings out his origin story as a gay man […]