The art of losing

The art of losing
Ever since leaving my jacket, I’ve been thinking about lost things, and my ruminations on the subject will likely appear as entries around here sooner or later. Such thinking has reminded me also of that great duchess of lost things, Elizabeth Bishop—or more precisely, of Dear Elizabeth, Sara Ruhl’s recent theatrical account of Bishop’s relationship ...

But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue

If you live anywhere near New Haven, you’ve seen advertisements for the now-sold-out run of Yale Rep’s Hamlet, starring—drumroll—Paul Giamatti. In an extra-literary alignment of the stars, the run began on the Ides of March, which also happens to be my wife’s birthday. We bought tickets last fall to ensure that an extra-special awesome birthday ...