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Edvard Munch was very far from a one-hit wonder. His career was a long narrative of restless creativity.
Cinephiles revere a group of movies, known as the Ranown cycle, that starred Randolph Scott and were cannily directed by Budd Boetticher.
Dead Men Cast No Shadows is an enormously entertaining novel about responses to perfidy in high places by one of the most prominent writers in the Spanish-speaking world.
The arrangements seem to emerge organically from the structure and feel of the compositions and harmonies, like leaves unfolding from the stem of an exotic plant.
“The Mother and the Whore” is a film about failure: its characters are pushed towards misery not only by their own flaws, but by the failure of the ‘60s to deliver a promised revolution.
This week’s poem — Ish Klein’s “Were You Heading For Wish Mountain?”
Three re-issued albums reinforce the claim that jazz recordings hit their peak from 1956 to 1964.
While the experience is new and otherworldly, it was daunting to realize that it had taken over a decade for Compagnie Käfig’s exercise in cutting-edge art and technology to reach the hinterland of Jacob’s Pillow.
The album is a welcome appendix to the conductor’s admirable symphonic cycle with this orchestra, as well as a timely reminder of Vaughan Williams’ compositional range.
Commentary: Brandeis University Axes the Arts
Gutting a venerable department – particularly a world-renowned one that, by all accounts, delivers – in the name of belt-tightening is shortsighted and foolish.
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