Macbeth
‘Sleep No More’ presents Macbeth like you’ve never seen it before
An immersive Shakespeare production in a Chelsea hotel has taken New York by storm
The Commons: Shakespeare’s worst play
Even if Jaffer was lobbying, he wasn’t very good at it
Hitting it on the proverbial nose
Stratford’s star delivers a crowd-stirring performance, just when it was needed most
To Tweet, or not to Tweet
Two UChicago students are going to rewrite 75 classic novels and plays as “Twitterature”
Are we letting slip our stories?
Over the summer, I was able to spend some time with three great books: On Chesil Beach by Ian McEwan, Shalimar the Clown by Salman Rushdie and, most recently, Herzog by Saul Bellow. All three, coming highly recommended by friends whose judgment have my utmost respect, shone for me. And this is not to say that I’ve actually finished all (or any) of them. Anyone familiar with my restless reading habits knows that only rarely do I ever finish a book – and never in a timely fashion.