LettersNo Respect
Letters to the Editor.
Donald Freed is a rarity among playwrights: He is primarily an ideologue who, instead of producing documentary films or constructing journalistic accounts of the \”truth\” behind the news headlines, writes plays.
When I was a UCLA student, some…uh…50 years ago and lived in Hollywood, I thought nothing of picking up a date in Boyle Heights, but I wouldn\’t even consider going out with a girl from the San Fernando Valley.\n
The most astonishing account in Hector Feliciano\’s always-astonishing new nonfiction book, \”The Lost Museum\” (Basic Books), follows Adolf Hitler on a visit to the Paris Opera House on June 28, 1940, the Führer\’s first, and only, visit to the city.
At the Dixieland Jubilee in Sacramento, the annual super bowl of jazz, the band that got the most ecstatic reception a couple of years ago was cradled a few thousand miles east of New Orleans.\n\nIt was the Jerusalem Jazz Band, whose members hail each other by such fine old Southern names as Boris, Mika, Shmulik, Stanislav and Aaron.
Back in the heyday of the self-made Jewish movie moguls, the studios were, to a certain degree, family businesses.
Israel celebrated a strange Independence Day last week as it entered its 50th year and Binyamin Netanyahu\’s government looked forward to the first anniversary of its electoral victory.
A few weeks ago, I saw my husband walking across the street, near the dry cleaners. He was wearing khakis, a beige shirt and the brown belt I bought him for his 48th birthday, the one with the gold buckle.
Marcia Seligson is the prime mover and shaker behind Reprise, a new theater organization determined to mount local, first-class revival productions of Broadway musicals.