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...rights to make “Into the Wild,” his latest foray into film directing. Even after that, adapting Jon Krakauer’s bestseller was an extremely challenging process, according to the Oscar winner. “It was quite a dance back and forth because it’s not a simple story,” said Penn, who also directed “The Indian Runner” (1991) and “The Crossing Guard” (1995). “There were complications in the family, and also a lot of balancing...
...nervous father a sheet of paper. Looking down, expecting to see his first words—“I accept!”—Summers instead found a new draft penned by his children: “Harvard is good. Harvard is great. Let us go forth and educate,” he recalled this week...
...carrying over into the classroom. Single-sex classrooms, once proposed with the aim of improving females’ scores in math, have now been lauded as also improving boys’ engagement with books by allowing teachers to modify content for gender. All sorts of suggestions have been put forth for why girls read more than boys, from the content of the books taught in school to males’ stronger engagement with other media, particularly video and computer games. It’s a fine line to walk between examining quantifiable differences and delving into either the causes...
...most designers?whether they work in fashion, fabrics, architecture or even, say, jewelry?make it their business, literally, to divine what consumers will want next. Can kid mohair become the new cashmere? Will tanzanite ever replace diamonds? Can consumer conscientiousness co-exist with the new luxury? Designers put forth these questions first, and then they find the technology or the raw materials or the audacity to propose them as ideas. As Miuccia Prada points out, often the idea that seems the least likely to succeed is the one that becomes the best seller. Today technology moves quickly, and tastes...
...festival's Rostropovich Memorial Concert, I thought how sad it was that death had succeeded even where the Soviet hammer had failed, in silencing this seemingly indomitable voice. But then there was the sound of the cello again, that warm and human sound, as the soloist poured forth on the stage, and it was as if Slava were there once more because every cheek in the house was wet, and at this moment, a moment he would have loved, it was enough to know that in his playing, and forever in his instrument, there was so much music and beauty...