A stamp commemorating Martinican poet and anti-colonialist Aimé Césaire was issued by the French post office this week, just after the one-year anniversary of his death. Gotta love the stern, uncompromising posture, the refusal to smile.
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Señor Coconut y su Conjunto: El Baile Alemán
Anything can be cumbia-fied, even this cover of the Kraftwerk classic.
Break Tocaima
Monareta: Picotero
Amazonically and beat-wise, Bogotá and Brazil aren't so far from each other after all.
Aberinkula
The Mars Volta: The Bedlam in Goliath
A little overstimulation can sometimes be good. Every time I heard the screaming it shocks me but gets under my skin.
Kazuo Ishiguro: Never Let Me Go
So many friends raved about this. But I realized I get impatient with gothics. Must be the obligatory genteel reticence of it all.
Ed Park: Personal Days: A Novel
A comedy of social manners for the cubicle age. Nicely plotted even when it dips into the absurd. But I could'a done without the tour-de-force punctuation-less email that ties all loose ends.
Hanif Kureishi: Something to Tell You: A Novel
A bittersweet sequel of sorts to Buddha of Suburbia and Beautiful Launderette: What happened to all of us old brown punks now that we're middle aged.
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