Florida Rabbi Bruce Warshal takes on Jewish neocons in the St. Louis Jewish Light, in an article accepting the truth of much of Mearsheimer-Walt’s Israel lobby paper. Here’s the money quote:
400 rabbis, including myself, signed a letter sponsored by Brit Tzedek v’Shalom that appeared in the Forward this past month. It Read More
Years have vintages too: It doesn’t take a sommelier to recommend a 1776, an 1815, a 1989. Conversely, who’d want to lay in a year like, let us say, 1973? It’s the nadir of that supposed nadir of decades, the 1970’s. Watergate roiled the nation. Oil prices skyrocketed. Stagflation made a stumblebum of the economy. Read More
Small-label bands are like ghosts, borderland entities haunting the periphery of the musical landscape. These wayward souls produce albums that are but faint impressions, evaporating as quickly as hot breath on a window. Concerts are sightings, convincingly real yet short-lived, with no promise of ever repeating. Without a celebrity imprimatur, like Clap Your Hands Say Read More
In a rare collaboration between two elite art dealerships, Richard L. Feigen and Co. and the Jan Krugier Gallery have joined in organizing an exhibition devoted to a pair of major artists-Pablo Picasso (1881-1973) and Max Beckmann (1884-1950)-whose works, though they belong to the same generation of European modernists, are rarely seen in close, Read More
Dance Theatre of Harlem has done a lot of good things well, a lot of good things badly and a lot of bad things-it doesn’t matter how. Among the bad things is the new St. Louis Woman: A Blues Ballet , the centerpiece of the company’s recent season at the State Theatre, which was embraced Read More
Soon, the men in white jackets pushing racks of beef around the streets of the meatpacking district will have become nothing more than a memory, even if the transvestite hookers are still swinging their handbags along 10th Avenue. Chinghalle on Gansevoort Street is the latest trendy brasserie to move into a former meatpacking plant in Read More
In a city of trendy restaurants larded with piercing decibels and fussy ingredients, a great locus of civility is the dining room at the Carlyle hotel. Always a genteel watering hole, the Carlyle seems even more remarkable since Mortimer’s closed in September. True, there’s no Bill Blass meatloaf on the menu or, well, never mind Read More
