Joann Green Breuer
We learn a great deal about Hayim Nahman Bialik’s life in this biography. But the volume does not live up to its subtitle.
Read MoreThe effort to merge Deaf culture with the Book of Job becomes too much a burden for Craig Lucas’s family melodrama to bear.
Read MoreYou know we have come a long way when, just like everyone else, transsexuals can have their own mediocre musical.
Read MoreRichard Nelson’s family members talk to each other, not to us. We are privileged to be permitted to listen in.
Read MoreAbraham Karpinowitz offers a salutation of the heart to his beloved city of Vilna.
Read MorePerhaps the yuck factor of Night is a Room’s sexual proclivities elicits giggles as a cover for not knowing how or for whom to care.
Read MoreIn this book, personality trumps process, although The Eugene O’Neill’s Theater Center’s purpose is, at its source, process.
Read MoreTheater is a public art. And yet, the irony here is that the most profound communication between individuals can be the least publicly communicable.
Read MoreI had the opportunity to see two performances of Peter M. Floyd’s Absence at Boston Playwrights’ Theatre.
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