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...years after his first book, "Flood!," appeared and won an American Book Award, Drooker has released a kind of follow-up, "Blood Song" (Harcourt, Inc.; 300 pp.; $20). (A new edition of "Flood!" is being concurrently released by Dark Horse Comics.) Both "Flood!" and "Blood Song" continue Masereel's idea of a silent journey. But where "Flood!" took place exclusively in the dehumanizing world of a biblically punished New York, "Blood Song," moves from a pastoral to a modern metropolis, exploring the role of the individual in nature and society...
With its sinister plot and dark magic undertones, Chamber is frequently a much darker concoction than the frothy, lighter-than-air stuff that was its predecessor. Murderous voices emanate from walls, legions of spiders scuttle through broken window panes and epithets scrawled in blood appear on hallway walls, foretelling imminent doom to students. This evil takes a more palpable form in the guise of Lucius Malfoy (Jason Isaacs), Draco’s father, a pale, embodiment of evil who drips with malevolence. He is but one example of the pitch-perfect casting and superbly restrained performances delivered by the supporting...
...find yourself looking across Harvard Stadium at a screaming mass of Dark Blue and feeling somewhat inferior, take heart in the fact that we are—or for at least one weekend can pretend we are—almost on a par with the Elis...
...emcee, functions perhaps as the most crucial character in the show, skillfully weaving in and out of scenes and unifying Cabaret’s various themes. The role requires a dynamic personality. “The emcee is definitely a bright, high-energy character but one with a dark side,” Schemmer says. “Balancing the two has been interesting.” The emcee is also the most recognizable character to anyone familiar with the show. Joel Grey won the Tony Award for his performance on Broadway in 1966, he won the Oscar...
There are few things that can drag me from my bed at four in the morning, especially in the middle of a Nor’easter. As I trudged up Concord Avenue in the dark, pummeled by rain, only the thought of Hi-Rise’s bread, straight from the oven, kept me going. I had arranged to observe the pre-dawn bread-making, and through the plate-glass windows the bakery’s light glowed like a beacon—the only sign of life on a dreary morning...