Review
This is a book about “survivor’s guilt,” and also about the terrible loneliness that comes of losing so many whom you love.
The Lost Songs of St. Kilda is a disc that’s simple but profound, beautiful and enduring.
It is unlikely that any other BSO concert this year will top Thursday night’s performance of Richard Strauss’s opera Der Rosenkavalier.
Something clicked when I visited the MFA’s diminutive but brilliant new exhibition of Terry Winters’ works on paper.
Dissolution is a mysterious, and constant, element in Diana Al-Hadid’s vision.
This is a galvanic production that stirs the spirit and demands that we reflect on what the script says about our own time, our own struggles.
Clive James is cosmopolitan and learned, but he’s far from a snob.
France: Story of a Childhood is half personal essay, half autobiographical novel.
Bieito’s vision – even if it’s not quite as racy as advertised – comes off better than any new canonical production of the BLO’s I’ve seen recently.
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