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There is a steadiness about Nicholas Roe’s writing that is deceptive; the life in the Life does not jump off the page, but it accumulates during the reading so that something of what it felt like to be around John Keats remains, as things do when truly experienced.
With the passing of animator Ray Harryhausen, we would do well to remember when wonder was more … wondrous.
“A Constellation of Vital Phenomena” is spectacular.
Frederic Franklin was the repository of much of the tradition of 20th century ballet, and he carried on these values by personifying the essence of the genre.
May is inevitably one of the busiest times of year on the Latin, gospel, and R&B concert calendars as promoters hold Mother’s Day’s events and try to lure audiences indoors one last time before the start of summer.
While reading Andre Maurois’ “Climates” you feel your world narrowing in uncomfortable ways.
The return to the standard repertoire, which, since January, has been the orchestra’s primary focus, is safe, unassuming, and (potentially, at least) creatively stifling.
What about Bert Stern, the artist? He deserves credit for bringing fashion photography into the modernist moment in the late 1950s and early 1960s.
In George Balanchine’s Serenade and Symphony in C and in Wayne McGregor’s Chroma, architecture comes to the fore, but not exactly conveying the message that company director Mikko Nissinen seems to have intended.
Arts Commentary: The Boston Symphony’s New Humanities Blueprint Makes Sense