Chips from the Workbench. . . . . .So I went to a performance of Shakespeare’s Winter’s Tale at the Kennedy Center last night. It was directed by Edward Hall, the son of Sir Peter, and performed by an all-male British company called Propeller. The performance was lively and energetic and had particular fun —…
A haunting account of an act of terrorism from an age which, in retrospect, seems relatively free of it
There is no tragedy so dreadful that the media’s moralizers can’t find some use for it — From The New Criterion of October, 2005
Sex for fun and profit now seems to be the only kind of sex there is — From The American Spectator of October, 2005
Let me get this straight. We’re supposed to sympathize with this guy for wanting to blow himself up along with a bunch of people he doesn’t even know?
A speech to the Amherst College "Colloquium on the American Founding," October 28, 2005
A disappointing attempt to plumb the human depths of a man too shallow to have any
On the same day that my review of George Stade’s academic novel Sex and Violence (see below) appeared in The Wall Street Journal, John Tierney in The New York Times took up that old favorite question of why university professors are so liberal. Mr Stade, who teaches English at Columbia, has lived for so long among…
The influence of Quentin Tarantino continues to exert its baleful effect on lesser film-makers more than a decade after Pulp Fiction
George Stade’s latest novel modestly proposes a new version of the ideal man for our times, namely George Stade — From The Wall Streen Journal of October 15, 2005
An always-watchable, sometimes moving account of nine women coming to terms with loss
