Here We Are
As satisfying as this incomplete work is — much like Schubert’s “Unfinished Symphony” — we can still regret not being able to experience the completed work.
A Stephen Sondheim flop returns in triumph, while his final show tantalizes with what could have been.
This glimpse into the relationship of two American Jewish writers makes for good reading during the pandemic: an intelligent, gracefully written memoir of friendship.
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