Evidence of how one band’s music—and especially its attitude—became essential and inspiring.
Photos of the hardcore punk pioneers by the band’s best-known photographer.
Black Flag, the standard-bearer for independent American hardcore punk in the early and mid-1980s, wasn’t much for style. In the photos Friedman collects here, the band’s uniform was a rotation of dirty jeans, band T-shirts (or bare chests), and slacks fit for the office. The band’s “look,” to the extent it had one, was sweat-soaked intensity. During its heyday in Los Angeles, fronted by wild-eyed Henry Rollins, the band looks fearsomely focused, often feral. In one shot, Rollins is shouting into a mic he’s all but swallowed; in another, guitarist Greg Ginn doesn’t seem to be playing his instrument so much as wrestling with it. Friedman's shots became rightly famous in the punk underground—they sold both the band and hardcore genre as relentless, focused, and uncompromising. The photos taken during rehearsals and soundchecks suggest they were equally ferocious without an audience. In his introduction, Friedman—who got to know the band through the city’s punk-adjacent skateboard scene—suggests that he arrived at his particular aesthetic casually, eager to get as close to the band on stage as possible. There are publicity photos, too, but even those look intense; Rollins often looks coiled or in a sulk. To be sure, the band had reasons to be angry: As a target for moralizing industry types (one of whom called them “anti-parent”) and police, the band often found its shows shut down early. Consequently, the prevailing mood is one of righteous defiance, especially during a set of photos taken during an outdoor show promoting marijuana legalization in front of a federal building. It may be more difficult to be a Black Flag–type band now, but the photos show why it would be worth the effort. Bassist Chuck Dukowski provides the foreword.
Evidence of how one band’s music—and especially its attitude—became essential and inspiring.Pub Date: April 5, 2022
ISBN: 978-1-63614-036-0
Page Count: 256
Publisher: Akashic
Review Posted Online: Jan. 31, 2022
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2022
Suffering unfathomable anguish, a mother memorializes her murdered son with great tenderness.
Remembering “Hershy.”
Three hundred and twenty-eight days. That’s how long Hersh Goldberg-Polin was held in captivity—tortured and starved by his captors in underground tunnels—before he was executed. He was 23 years old. In this unvarnished and heartrending account, Goldberg-Polin’s mother, Rachel, writes of the unending torment that she and her husband, Jon, endured after learning that their son had been kidnapped by Hamas terrorists during the attacks of October 7, 2023. Like so many other young people on that day, Hersh was attending a music festival in Israel—a celebration of love and unity. As Goldberg-Polin writes, her son was “the only American citizen kidnapped alive on October 7th who did not return alive.” In direct, plainspoken language that steers clear of politics, the author, a Jewish educator, recounts “being in a daze of the most indescribably sickening horror and fear, like nothing I had ever felt in my life. I remember my heart racing and feeling like I was in a permanent state of someone scaring me.” In addition to “shovel[ing] out my pain in the form of words,” she shares reminiscences of her son, as well as details that only a parent could notice. “His eyes were cookies,” she says of her “Hershy.” “I couldn’t find the pupils within the dark chocolate-brown irises.…He had a raspy voice, even when he was a baby.” And: “I thought he was hilarious; his sarcasm and humor were similar to mine.” Hersh and his sisters, Leebie and Orly, adapted well to life in Israel after the family moved from Richmond, Virginia. (Hersh was born in the Bay Area.) After being discharged from his service in the Israeli army as a combat medic, he was planning to journey around the world—a longtime dream of his. “So many people have come to love you, Hersh,” Jon Polin writes in the book’s afterword. And with one simple word that has the power to touch any heart, he signs off: “Dada.”
Suffering unfathomable anguish, a mother memorializes her murdered son with great tenderness.Pub Date: April 21, 2026
ISBN: 9798217198009
Page Count: 288
Publisher: Random House
Review Posted Online: April 21, 2026
Kirkus Reviews Issue: June 1, 2026
A blissfully vicarious, heartfelt glimpse into the life of a Manhattan burlesque dancer.
A former New York City dancer reflects on her zesty heyday in the 1970s.
Discovered on a Manhattan street in 2020 and introduced on Stanton’s Humans of New York Instagram page, Johnson, then 76, shares her dynamic history as a “fiercely independent” Black burlesque dancer who used the stage name Tanqueray and became a celebrated fixture in midtown adult theaters. “I was the only black girl making white girl money,” she boasts, telling a vibrant story about sex and struggle in a bygone era. Frank and unapologetic, Johnson vividly captures aspects of her former life as a stage seductress shimmying to blues tracks during 18-minute sets or sewing lingerie for plus-sized dancers. Though her work was far from the Broadway shows she dreamed about, it eventually became all about the nightly hustle to simply survive. Her anecdotes are humorous, heartfelt, and supremely captivating, recounted with the passion of a true survivor and the acerbic wit of a weathered, street-wise New Yorker. She shares stories of growing up in an abusive household in Albany in the 1940s, a teenage pregnancy, and prison time for robbery as nonchalantly as she recalls selling rhinestone G-strings to prostitutes to make them sparkle in the headlights of passing cars. Complemented by an array of revealing personal photographs, the narrative alternates between heartfelt nostalgia about the seedier side of Manhattan’s go-go scene and funny quips about her unconventional stage performances. Encounters with a variety of hardworking dancers, drag queens, and pimps, plus an account of the complexities of a first love with a drug-addled hustler, fill out the memoir with personality and candor. With a narrative assist from Stanton, the result is a consistently titillating and often moving story of human struggle as well as an insider glimpse into the days when Times Square was considered the Big Apple’s gloriously unpolished underbelly. The book also includes Yee’s lush watercolor illustrations.
A blissfully vicarious, heartfelt glimpse into the life of a Manhattan burlesque dancer.Pub Date: July 12, 2022
ISBN: 978-1-250-27827-2
Page Count: 192
Publisher: St. Martin's
Review Posted Online: July 27, 2022
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