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A Sign of Civilization…

Bryant Park. Frenchified oasis of a park (except that, unlike parks in Paris, here you can sit on the grass). Little green chairs that no one steals; a fountain; a carousel; the black-and-gold American Radiator Building (now the Bryant Park Hotel) gleaming through the trees. And tonight, after a brilliant three hours of “Mary Stuart,” as I walked through the park from the from the clotted tourist hell of Times Square …

On Reading

It’s Dr. Seuss’s birthday today, which for those of you without children in elementary school, may help to explain why the “google” logo today looks a little different (thanks Karen). It’s also Read Across America today – a lovely memorial to the man who gave us that cat, the lorax, Bartholomew’s hats, Horton, and a host of others. I love books. I can’t remember a time, in fact, when I didn’t …

Lost in the twilight

I’ve been hooked, bitten, seduced, sucked in, pulled under. Ever since last Tuesday, more or less, I’ve been living in two worlds: Manhattan, and Forks, Washington. Yes, it’s true. Stephanie Meyer, the sweet-faced Mormon Mom from Arizona, author of the Twilight series, can now count me as one of her readers. It shouldn’t have happened this way. I mean, I’ve got a doctorate, fer crissake! In literature!  I’m supposed to …