“People inside were literally dying,” ABC News correspondent Chris Bury told The Observer over the phone.
He was talking about the New Orleans Convention Center, where he spent the day on Friday, Sept. 2, and from which he filed an impassioned report on the evacuees from the sinking city who had sought refuge there Read More
Here dead lie we
because we did not choose
To live and shame the land
from whence we sprung.
Life, to be sure,
is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is,
and we were young.
–A.E. Housman, More Poems , 1936
I’ve carried those lines around in my Read More
The other day, I fell to talking about A.E. Housman with a friend who’d also been to see The Invention of Love , Tom Stoppard’s play about A.E. Housman. I wasn’t as crazy about it as my friend, but then the only show for which I had been able to get tickets was the first Read More
I come reeling a bit from Tom Stoppard’s dazzling The Invention of Love , his new play at the Lyceum that begins so brilliantly–with a nod to Aristophanes–when the dead A.E. Housman, poet and scholar, is rowed over the Styx by the sometimes jolly boatman Charon. “Look alive, then! Get it?” says Charon, hurrying the Read More
Today I shall be asking why our friend Andre Bishop, the artistic director of Lincoln Center Theater, thinks we’re all stupid.
He thinks so-as does the board of the theater-in the nicest possible way, of course. They think we should be spared Tom Stoppard’s latest play, The Invention of Love , lest it prove too Read More