Category Archives: Books
End of the Road: An Interview with Jeff Jacobson
Provia, Agfapan, Kodachrome, Plus X, Polaroid Type 55. In the last few years, the list of films being discontinued has gotten longer, prompting cries and groans from desolate photographers. Imagine, … Continue reading
Into the Light: Robert Burley’s Book on the End of Analog
Ah, the old darkroom days. Giving up daylight hours to hide away in the dark, like a mole in a burrow. Shuffling from enlarger to sink, breathing in a noxious … Continue reading
A Novel of War Crimes and Punishments
“If everyone could be there just once, to see for themselves what white phosphorous does to the face of a child, or what unspeakable pain is caused by the impact … Continue reading
Selective Vision and Photojournalism
If you believe the hype, the next great technological frontier will be in the realm of vision, with digital tools embedded in glasses or in contact lenses to record, analyze … Continue reading
Jack Kerouac, Middle-Aged Woman?
Imagine Jack Kerouac as a pretty, middle-aged woman. Can you do it? Is your brain boiling and steam coming out of your ears yet? Given Kerouac’s much-documented sexism and position … Continue reading
South Africa’s Disgrace in Words and Images
How do great literature and great photography enhance each other, and what can each do that the other can’t? Those of you who’ve been reading this blog for a while … Continue reading
Brilliance, Sex, Hubris: The Story of Polaroid
In his great wisdom, my ten-year-old son Nathan bought me a new photography-related book for Christmas. Never having been a big Polaroid fan, I probably wouldn’t have grabbed Christopher Bonanos’s … Continue reading
Fact versus Fiction in a Novel Package of Women Photographers
As I’ve mentioned before on this blog, I’m currently writing a historical novel with a photographic theme. So naturally, whenever a novel about photography is published (which seems to be … Continue reading
Windows of Opportunity
I remember once being shown an apartment by a New York realtor. The apartment was in an elegant prewar building, with a living room so big that I could have … Continue reading
