Moby-Dick; or, The Whale is a novel everyone knows and almost no-one you know has read. But that doesn't stop us from thinking we know what it's about: obsession. Captain Ahab wants to get that big white whale to whom he lost a leg; but literature's most famous albino cetacean sta
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Trapped within in the ironic predicament of wanting to know everything (more or less) while believing it may not be possible really to know anything at all, Greggory Moore is nonetheless dedicated to a life of study, be it of books, people, nature, or that slippery phenomenon we call the self. And from time to time he feels impelled to write a litt
If you're an American over 30 (or maybe even younger), a wintertime staple as you came of age was the Christmas special. Your take on Frosty the Snowman, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, and various versions of Santa Claus—not to mention how the Peanuts gang celebrated the holiday—was i
With Robinson Crusoe, Daniel Defoe may have invented the genre of "realistic fiction," wherein a fabricated author delivers his autobiography. His work may have inspired real-life Louis de Rougemont to relate the Crusoean tale he published serially in The Wide Worl
Off the tops of their heads Gary Johnson and Jill Stein may not be able to name any world leaders they like, but I'll be they can name one Arthur Miller play. So can you. And it's not A View from the Bridge.
Maybe it's time to change that, because despite its merits,
I met Josh Fischel in early 2013. He died yesterday, September 29, 2016. No, that can't be right. That would mean everything I experienced of and with this man took place in less than four years. That can't be right.
The first three things I learned about Josh were probably the first th
I met Josh Fischel in early 2013. He died yesterday, September 29, 2016. No, that can't be right. That would mean everything I experienced of and with this man took place in less than four years. That can't be right. The first three things I learned about Josh were probably the first th
A few years ago, the Garage Theatre put on Cannibal!: The Musical, a work loosely based on a disastrous 1874 prospecting expedition that resulted in Alferd Packer killing and eating the flesh of his fellow trekkers to survive. There may not be an unlikelier subject for a full-blow
"Doubt," Father Flynn tells us in the sermon that opens John Patrick Shanley's Doubt: A Parable, "can be a bond as powerful and sustaining as certainty." Those words echo throughout the play, as we find ourselves confronted with the question of whether Flynn is molesting one of hi
Isms are sticky wickets. However useful your favorite ism may be as a belief system and a way of seeing, individual and societal realities are far too messy ever to be fully accounted for by it. Feminism is no different. Not that feminism is monadic. That's the philosophical jumping-of
I don't know anything Neil LaBute has done since 2000's Nurse Betty, but reasons to be pretty is exactly what you would expect if the only data you had was that the author of In the Company of Men and Your Friends & Neighbors had tried his hand at ro