Review
Man in Snow encourages us to reflect on our own bit of mortality. We don’t probably take the time to do that enough.
The intellectual and emotional intelligence of the docket stands as a conspicuous example of exemplary programmatic creativity.
The variety of this exhibition amply proves that William Merritt Chase brought great painterly insight to much more than just the daily catch.
Steven Hyden doesn’t really pick a side in these fights; he’s broad minded enough to know and enjoy every artist’s work.
In The Lesser Bohemians, Eimear McBride seems to be determined to combat the soullessness of pornography.
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.
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