A hundred years ago today one of the most influential writers and editors in American history, William Dean Howells, died in Manhattan at the age of 83.
“At Boston Baroque, as we look to the future, we take comfort in knowing that redefining ourselves is in our organization’s DNA.”
“We believe the way to move through these times is 6 feet apart and ALL TOGETHER.”
Vibrant, independent theater in Boston and throughout New England will not be sustained if the demolition starts at the bottom and moves up.
Theater is seen as a cleansing illness that sets out to obliterate the illness we blithely accept as health.
The White Plague uses dread to shock us into empathy for ourselves, to be alarmed by the fragility of our bodies as well as the resources and ethics of the medical system.
“The body is a curious monster, no place to live in, how could anyone feel at home there? Is it possible I can ever accustom myself to this place?”
This was an enormously exciting production of Merchant of Venice, a reminder that theater can be (in fact, must be!) nervy.
Pauline Kael capitalized on counterculture snobbery, the pecking order of the oh-so enlightened.
For me, Sweat hits its riveting stride in its second half, when the pressures of the strike tests the relationships of its working class characters.