There is more to summer in the Hamptons than sipping cosmopolitans, hiring the right caterer to serve down-home meat loaf and mashed potatoes in order to look pretentiously unpretentious, spending the equivalent of the annual charity proceeds of UNICEF on basil, and gossiping about Martha Stewart. Sometimes there is real life, with all of the Read More
There are jellyfish in my strip of the ocean. They are small as daisies and clear white. They float will-less, wantless, like a blooming field of condoms lifted and lowered with the oncoming waves, pulled with the tides, stranded on the damp sand, glassy, limp, slimy, broken. How to tell the difference between live ones Read More
The Nazi Next Door
Baking in their ovens of asphalt, smug city-dwellers may not think much about suburban paranoia, but it’s as real as property taxes. At my country retreat in Connecticut, I have a neighbor who locks her doors and draws her Ralph Lauren curtains every time she hears the U.P.S. delivery truck heading Read More
Foolishly, I am just now catching up with Cherry Jones in the flawless production of Tina Howe’s Pride’s Crossing at Lincoln Center, and I am here to tell you the deservedly lavish praise this miraculous actress has already received doesn’t begin to prepare you for her blinding radiance. Eschewing film roles for steady theater jobs, Read More
