When a revival of Robert Bolt’s marvelous play “A Man for All Seasons” opened on Broadway last October, the New York Times critic Ben Brantley, usually reliable for intelligent insights into theater and serious reflection on dramatic themes, wrote a strange review. Brantley seemed
When a revival of Robert Bolt’s marvelous play “A Man for All Seasons” opened on Broadway last October, the New York Times critic Ben Brantley, usually reliable for intelligent insights into theater and serious reflection on dramatic themes, wrote a strange review. Brantley seemed
When a revival of Robert Bolt’s marvelous play “A Man for All Seasons” opened on Broadway last October, the New York Times critic Ben Brantley, usually reliable for intelligent insights into theater and serious reflection on dramatic themes, wrote a strange review. Brantley seemed
Why do contemporary artists have such difficulty depicting holiness?
When a revival of Robert Bolt’s marvelous play “A Man for All Seasons” opened on Broadway last October, the New York Times critic Ben Brantley, usually reliable for intelligent insights into theater and serious reflection on dramatic themes, wrote a strange review. Brantley seemed
Covering this topic is like writing about the 1936 Berlin Olympics by now the participants are all dead and anyhow none but a handful of stars Jesse Owens Pablo Picasso are known outside the fan base rdquo Like track and field events the doings of painters actors and writers seem rather tri
Now that the baby boom generation is reaching retirement age its members must come to terms with death s new proximity Parents are dying cherished friends are dying The public figures who loomed so large for so many years are dying Not that this is a surprise The World Population Clock tells us