Sony has come up with a creative way of generating revenue in the face of the industry-wide slump in music sales. The New York Times reports that executives at the company are tapping into the photo archives in the basement of its New York headquarters, and are expected today to announce a partnership Read More
Who’s responsible for mounting the superb exhibition devoted to the paintings, drawings, prints and notebooks of Edward Hopper (1882-1967) at the Whitney? The accompanying press materials don’t say. The show, part of the museum’s ongoing anniversary celebration, is a world apart from the rest of Full House: Views of the Whitney’s Collection at 75, an Read More
Every once in a while someone will ask me, “Why don’t you write about Rosanne Cash anymore? And hey, whatever happened with your marriage proposal to her?”
It’s true that I was one of the first (or, anyway, one of the most effusive) to praise her work as a writer—not just as a singer Read More
It’s a pity the garbage dump is missing from the Roundabout Theatre’s revival of Joe Orton’s vintage 1964 black comedy, Entertaining Mr. Sloane. After all, the English master of amoral anarchy set the genteel drawing room of his play on a garbage dump, and we assume that the great Orton knew what he was doing. Read More
Richard Shepard’s The Matador, from his own screenplay, casts Pierce Brosnan in his first role since he was dropped from the James Bond series. This is to say that if the 52-year-old Mr. Brosnan were still on board as 007, he wouldn’t have been allowed to branch out in The Matador as a privately hired Read More
Richard Shepard’s The Matador, from his own screenplay, casts Pierce Brosnan in his first role since he was dropped from the James Bond series. This is to say that if the 52-year-old Mr. Brosnan were still on board as 007, he wouldn’t have been allowed to branch out in The Matador as a privately hired Read More
The story goes that when he was being wheeled into the brain surgery that led to his death, the legendary jazz drummer and big-band icon Buddy Rich was asked by the attending nurses if he was allergic to anything. “Yes,” he barked, rising from his gurney, “country music!” Since I pretty much feel the same Read More
Stop picking on lesbians! They don’t all look like Johnny Cash!
Characterizing lesbians as grotesques is fast becoming a national sport-and because of the un-P.C. fun that can be derived, one in which I have always happily participated. At various times in this column, I have likened gay women to Winston Churchill and Quasimodo. Read More
As a fiction writer, I’m always looking for what Faulkner called “the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself.” But recently, the world poured on too much material. I’m not sure what to do with 9/11. Two boys down the street play whiffleball in their front yard without a father. He got up Read More
