Bill Marx
In this fiction and plays, Thomas Bernhard creates fascinatingly repugnant monsters, black holes of egotism that are symptomatic of our spiritual and moral myopia.
The Old Man and The Old Moon is pleasing, but just how theatrically satisfying it is depends on the appeal of ‘magical’ folktales, the kind where anything goes.
Despite some awkward staging decisions and the script tampering, there is plenty of lively drive in this production of Hedda Gabler.
Ether Dome is nothing if not ironic: a dire need for relief generates a mess of pain.
The tragedy of King Lear never takes hold because you know that soon someone is going to pick up an accordion and with a ‘Hey, Nonny Nonny’ dance those blues away.
“The Boston Book Festival is doing really well. It feels like an established part of Boston’s cultural scene.”
Imaginary Beasts is to be congratulated for bringing public attention to the brilliant, idiosyncratic-to–the-max-and-beyond work of Daniil Kharms, a writer silenced by Stalin.
In The Days Trilogy, Expanded Edition, H. L. Mencken comes off as a marvelously mellowed master, his trademark savagery smoothed over, its energy focused on generating a pungently picturesque vision of a vanished America.
Serbian writer David Albahari’s fascination with uncertainty fuels a grim, sardonic tragi-comedy in which silence plays an elemental but enigmatic role.
When it comes to race relations, America has a lot on its plate — there is no good reason to serve leftovers.
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