From 2007: I'm writing these words at nine a.m. on Christmas Eve. Not a creature is stirring, not even Mrs. T, who isn't a morning person, or my mother, who went to bed gratefully last night and with any luck will sleep a little while longer. The sun is shining in Smalltown, U.S.A., something it evidently felt no need to do last week. I showed up on Thursday after a more than usually tedious eleven-hour journey and p…
SOURCE: ArtsJournal at 07:01AM on December 15, 2020