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...open its new season the Theatre Company of Boston is, as usual, presenting a pair of expertly staged modern plays. With works by Camus, cummings, Brecht, and Ibsen in prospect for the fall and winter, the Hotel Bostonian Playhouse should continue to offer the liveliest and most interesting drama in town...
...Hieronymus Bosch (Fine Arts 156) Miguel Cervantes (Spanish 124) Geoffrey Chaucer (English 115) Samuel Coleridge (English 257) Dant'e Alighieri (Italian 120) Charles Dickens (English 259a) Fyodor Dostoevsky (Slavic 155) Jonathan Edwards (English 276) T.S. Eliot (English 267) Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (German 120) Nikolai Gogol (Slavic 154) Henrik Ibsen (Scandinavian 1) Immanuel Kant (Philosophy 130) John Keats (English 256) Lucretius (Latin 107a) Thomas Mann (German 285) Michelangelo Buonarroti (Fine Arts 257) John Milton (English 131) Freidrich Nietzsche (Philosophy 235) Pindar (Philosophy 278b) Plato (Classical Philology 236b, Philosophy 102) Aleksander Pushkin (Slavic 152) H.H. Richardson (Fine Arts 274) Rainer Maria...
Time has worked a peculiar irony on playwrights like Shaw and Ibsen. Their liberal, independent-minded heroes and heroines are beginning to sound like stubborn, self-willed children who refuse to grow up to reality. At the same time, ironically, their reactionary clerics and villainous statesmen are beginning to sound like paragons of good sense. The doctrine Shaw preaches in Saint Joan is every woman her own woman, every man his own king and commoner, his own lawgiver and lawbreaker, his own god and creature. The very adoption of these ideas has exposed their limitations as panaceas for a better...
...Rolland, Koussevitzky, Sir Richard Livingstone, Gilbert Murray, Samuel Eliot Morison; or on the things absorbed into his marrow--the sweep of Homer, the wisdom of Sophocles, the vitality of Michelangelo, the depth of Beethoven, the ironies of Stendhal, the scope of Goethe, the imagination of Berlioz, the thrust of Ibsen, the grandeur of Wagner, the vigor of Whitman...
Cheever was an obviously gifted child. His mother took him to Ibsen plays in Boston, and he got nosebleeds out of sheer excitement. He was chubby then and no athlete, but he early discovered his talent for storytelling, and used to gather a crowd of his contemporaries around him on the family veranda on a summer afternoon while he held forth. In his early teens, he sneaked off to Boston, where he hung around that citadel of burlesque, the Old Howard, cadging an occasional pat from the strippers. Cheever's academic career, in which he never took much interest...