1,545 stories by "David Finkle"
What occurs to me about the booing is that it might begin to color attitudes towards the Met under Peter Gelb for whom this 2009-10 season is the first with no vestigial ties to Joseph Volpe.
It would be a sin -- practically a capital crime -- to write off masterpieces because no one has the patience for the sentences Marcel Proust had the patience to craft so scrupulously.
Among other accomplishments you can find in <em>The Complete Lyrics</em>, Mercer is one of the most evocative writers about the American South who's ever put pen to paper.
The best thing for light NYC entertainment with a hint of shadow is to storm the Café Carlyle where the John Pizzarelli and Jessica Molaskey have a show called "Lost and Found."
Roth and Allen are producing works it's difficult not to describe as clichés. What could be more commonplace than men obsessed with proving that male elders remain attractive to …
Too often the only review that counts is the <em>Times</em> pronouncement via Ben Brantley or Charles Isherwood. This time Brantley's response was not what's known as "a mon…
Denying wide-spread downbeat feelings as the year's festivities loom can be problematic, as sufferers will only feel more removed from the general jubilation.
The revival of S. N. Behrman's <em>Biography</em> has me thinking about someone who's fascinated me for years, someone well-known at the time the play debuted but virtually forgo…
Cate Blanchett pulls out all stops throughout Tennessee Wiliams's supernal tragedy, <em>A Streetcar Named Desire</em>, now at the Brooklyn Academy of Music.
Pierce has a resonant baritone-bass that doesn't come as a total surprise after his stints in the one-word-titled musicals <em>Spamalot</em> and <em>Curtains</em>.
Just as the Hollywood Powers That Be are beginning to consider the lessening impact of box-office stars, the Broadway Powers That Be are concluding the only box-office sure-things are star n…
In Rabbi Sacks's estimation, much of what he sees in the United States as religious practice is far superior to what's happening in England.
For a long time, I've insisted that civilization reached its highest peak with the invention of the porch.
If you ask me, one of the worst things assaulting the English language in the last few years is the transitive verb "friended."
Although her title is an eyebrow-raiser, Elizabeth Hawes knows what she's doing. With <em>Camus, a Romance</em>, her new and unconventional work, she isn't simply writing a biog…
On the day after Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett went to their fabulous maker(s), The Breakfast Club kicked off its daily meeting with discussions of both departed celebs.
I plucked and pillaged a number of books but I consumed the Hershey kisses, apples and candy canes on the spot.
It wasn't long before the koffee klatch to which I paid fealty had a name. We were The Breakfast Club.
I cried when I found out that John Cheever died in 1982. And now with few readers, the paradise that is Cheever's writing is at risk of being a lost paradise.
