Sarah Hromack
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Sarah Hromack:
I Was Here »
My piece from Paper Monument, Issue 3. Online, because it’s about the Internet.
“I stayed. I took a look at my watch. I thought, I’m going to be the last person left in this room, you little prick, even if this performance goes on for the rest of our fucking lives.”
The third issue of Paper Monument drops TODAY. Join me and the rest of the lot at The Drawing Center, 35 Wooster Street from 6:30-8:30 pm. Readings will begin at 6:30; wine and socializing to follow. Illustrated, annotated bibliography here. And yes, I know that I already posted on this event. It’s my party, people—the blog, that is.
“If the blog-to-book phenomenon has done little for the book as a discrete object, we might consider its potential as a means of creating an experience economy in the publishing industry that does more than simply plop a few overstuffed sofas and a Starbucks in the lobby of Barnes and Noble—one that positions the book as a catalyst for the social encounters the Internet helps facilitate.”
—This just in: Welcome to the Book Club, my piece from this month’s issue of the Brooklyn Rail is now online. It’s a follow-up to a bit I did earlier in the summer called In Print We Trust.
In a fit of facetiousness that harkens back to my Curbed SF days, I penned a little tongue-in-cheek post on Gap founder Don Fisher’s failed plans for CAMP (his 100,000 square-foot, Diller Scofidio + Renfro-designed museum in San Francisco) for my friend Eve’s SF Appeal. Fun.
+ No Camp? No Kidding. (SF Appeal)
Blogging for Book Deals »
The Rumpus picked up my piece from the Brooklyn Rail, “In Print We Trust.” Carrying on the conversation about — you guessed it — blogging for book deals.
In Print We Trust »
“While media watchdogs fixate on the actual book deals—namely, on the dollar sum of the advance, as this is one form of online commerce that still amazes us—few pause to consider the books themselves. How strangely anachronistic is it (and yet, extraordinarily telling) that those who participate in perhaps the most monumental democratic exercise ever—and who do so daily, often for a living—would seek to tame the great, unbridled, immaterial beast that is the Internet with some high-gloss stock and two binding boards? How thoroughly odd it is that one would attempt to translate the particular digital reading experience of the Tumblr blog, or Twitter feed, or Facebook update into an analog one. What about the Kindle?”
Me, in the Brooklyn Rail, today.
Conrad Shawcross’s, Pre-Retroscope VI: Gowanus Journey opened last night at Cabinet’s space on Nevins Street. On Friday, I ran the second half of my previous Art in America interview, where he discussed the project, which originated in London.
+ Pre-Retroscope: Conrad Shawcross Charts the Gowanus Canal (Art in America)
See also:
+ Control: A Conversation With Conrad Shawcross (Art in America)
+ Cabinet (website)
Join me, Paddy Johnson, David Coggins, and others for:
THE GLORIFIED DOCENT at the Elizabeth Center for the Arts.
The Glorified Docent is an evening of screenings of bootlegged art films, with live color commentary from guest “critics” based on the structure of Mystery Science Theater 3000 (MST3K), the American cult television comedy series that aired from 1988 to 1999. The critics remain anonymous, with only their silhouettes visible as they give their spontaneous “Siskel & Ebert from Hell” take on what they are watching.
Guest critics include Art Fag City, David Coggins, Bill Cole, Steve Dumain, the Eh-Team, Sarah Hromack, Lady Rizo, Nathan Shafer, and others.
The evening events are organized in conjunction with the current exhibition, Never Late Than Better, where the future and past are irrelevant, and reality is a curator’s whim.
AiA Online Week in Review: 6-11 April 2009
Art in America 2.0:
+ Walking on Air: A Conversation With Richard Tuttle (Piper Marshall)
+ Chewing Candy: A Glossary (Mary Walling Blackburn)
+ There Will Be Time: A Conversation with Julieta Aranda (Sarah Hromack)
+ The Scene: Younger Than Jesus after party at Boucarou
