Oscar the Cat
He's accurate.
He's accurate.
Wagner's 29-year-old great-granddaughter debuts her production of <I>Die Meistersinger</I> tonight. It's part of a multi-generational saga that rivals the Ring cycle for drama.
On the disappearing great operatic diva.
I love Tothian: He "doesn't wear a mask because it blocks his peripheral vision, and says he doesn't wear a cape 'because capes get in the way of actually doing real superhero stuff.'"
Me, I'm lucky—I work with a great editor and an even better copy editor. It's win-win.
Arthur Mole and John Thomas arranged thousands of soldiers, reservists, and nurses into various patriotic symbols and photographed them from above—a description which, while being accurate, doesn't prepare you for their work.
There's a new biography of Leo Szilard, the physicist who proposed the Strangelovian "doomsday weapon."
Who am I to critique somebody else's field of study?
Woulda, coulda, shoulda—some "superior" formats just didn't achieve dominance.
Mohsin Hamid, author of <I>The Reluctant Fundamentalist</I>, was asked on a book tour, "So tell me, sir. Why do they hate us?" Having spent half his life in America, the Pakistani writer had to think about who "us" and "they" were. This fine essay is the result of that thinking.