A self-taught poet learned to write at the public library and in the aisles of Powell’s Books.
Hundreds of thousands of words have been written about
love. Letters, books, plays, songs, movies and certainly poems have all
been patched into shapes that try to tell us how love feels. Some
James Ellroy’s novels inhabit a nostalgic zone, where
women are dames and cops throw back whiskey to take the edge off after a
day at a grisly crime scene. His “L.A. Quartet”��
A review of Jonathan Larson's musical at Triangle Productions.
Jonathan Larson is feeling anxious. He’s about to turn 30 and is still waiting tables in New York while struggling to get his long-slaved-over rock musical produced. Of course, he did ultimately succeed in getting a rock show on Broadway, but not before his untimely death at age 35. You’ve probably heard of it. That show was Rent. But before his work became widely known, Larson wrote
Like any good drug offering a temporary escape from the
banality of life, serial fiction can quickly become addictive. I speak
from the experience of a user. I’ll be clean for months, dutifully
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A review of Stumptown Stages' production of the Elton John-Tim Rice musical.
Originally optioned by Disney from a children’s storybook—which was itself based on the Verdi opera of the same name—Elton John and Tim Rice’s Aida retains all the depth of an animated feature, with the erotic undercurrent of a Danielle Steel novel. Sure, the slave girl may actually be a Nubian princess, but you can still take her roughly in your palace bedchamber. More
Time is a tricky thing. We are all subject to its effect,
yet it remains smugly intangible. Writing a novel about the concept of
time has the potential to be dangerously abstract or cliché. But R
Thrust eight strangers into an old mansion during a
snowstorm and at least one is sure to wind up dead. We all know the
setup and the question that inevitably follows: whodunit? But the