It is the loss of memories and the meaning of memory that dominate, generating speculations that draw the reader into and through Maria Stepanova’s argument and interpretations.
Poet Paul Celan has come to embody in person and in print the agonies of a half century of European culture.
In Henri Cole’s best poems, the outside and the inside interpenetrate and merge.
For a generation of Russians, Joseph Brodsky was the poet, almost a code-word in the discourse of the intelligentsia, like Nabokov.
In these poems, contemplation, serenity, and service are the order of the day.
The overall effect is one of a genial, superficial club lecture on reading and writing poetry, punctuated by Frost’s Greatest Hits.
Carolyn Michel’s Rose is the sociable stranger on the bus who tempts you to miss your stop so you can hear her out to the end.
Dumas’ Camille is nothing if not ambitious. Such complexity is seldom found on a summer stage.
This review, like the opening night of She Loves Me, is dedicated to the life and work of the late producer Harold Prince.
In two short acts, playwright Win Wells depicts not so much a relationship as a fusion, a merging of identities into one single, complex personality.