Bill Marx
Nabokov will become much more seriously playful about extinction and the nature of love in the increasingly complex fables to come. “The Tragedy of Mr. Morn” is his initial earnest fairy tale.
It turns out that budding arts writers are anxious to learn how to master the demanding nuts and bolts of reviewing, especially given how few examples of first-rate criticism can be found in the increasingly all-thumbs mainstream media.
Come celebrate the music of Sun Ra: legendary jazz composer, bandleader, piano and synthesizer player, poet, theatrical ringmaster, and lyricist of the extra terrestrial.
Mayer’s report deals with David Koch throwing his weight around at WNET and PBS. Unfortunately, she does not talk about whether Koch’s powerful presence has influenced WGBH.
Deadpan sarcasm perfectly pitched, absurdity of target (and publisher) punctured with a minimum of muss and fuss.
Any American arts critic worth his or her salt is part of a bohemian fringe, is aware of the political resonance of reviews, and is dedicated to sparking serious dialogue about arts and culture.
Boston Does Boston acknowledges our bands by having local musicians from all over town, as well as JP, cover songs by their fav Boston rockers and dance musicians.
The Zeitgeist Stage Company provocatively lives up to its name by taking audiences into the netherworld of horrific violence via a powerful production of Simon Stephens’ drama “Punk Rock.”
Something emotional (perhaps even passionate) whirls underneath the well-worn modernist pieties of “Old-Fashioned Prostitutes,” though not to the point of disrupting the daffy routine.
Criticism is vital to our time because it is a form of witnessing, testimony to the possibility that the richness and joy of the arts can be articulated in ways that invite intellectual contentiousness in the midst of community.
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