Word: wit
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...staffers tell FM. Despite the tangles that come from the dubious mixing of business with undergraduate pleasure, Let's Go writers and editors for the most part praise the organization, and the resulting travel books take on a unique feel--aimed at the young crowd and dripping with Harvard wit. If Let's Go is new territory for you, allow FM to be your guide into the inner workings of the organization: many of its followers subscribe to Let's Go dogma with a pseudo-cultish devotion, but what happens behind the doors at 67 Mt. Auburn may surprise...
This is a big, unruly work--three hours long, with dozens of characters--and probably destined to be picked apart by critics more comfortable with the tidy contemporary dramas that win most of the awards these days (like Margaret Edson's Wit and Donald Margulies' Collected Stories, both also developed at the enterprising South Coast Rep). To be sure, The Hollow Lands wanders a bit uncertainly in its third act. But few plays are as confidently original as this one, as rich with ideas about the making of America, or as stimulating to watch unfold on the stage...
DIED. DEREK ANSON JONES, 38, director of the Pulitzer prizewinning play Wit; of complications from AIDS; in New York City. A longtime friend of playwright Margaret Edson, he championed Wit and brought it to off-Broadway...
...presents himself as a hard-core rapper, but essentially he makes music designed to entertain suburban children. His rage-filled persona is too over-the-top to take seriously (he starts this album growling and barking) and his lyrics, ("Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Nigga!") lack wit. On Party Up, he tries to craft a clubland anthem and fails. It's not much fun partying with a guy who's probably just gonna start a fight and ruin everything. Still, one song, What's My Name?, does have a welcome sense of urgency...
...delightful rediscovery. We're in a retirement home for stage actresses, where teacups rattle with the arrival of Lotta Bainbridge (Lauren Bacall), who's had a 30-year feud with resident diva May Davenport (Rosemary Harris). People chatter and reminisce, quarrel and reconcile, and die. Coward's wit has a melancholy glow here, and he has crafted one of the most sensitive, least patronizing portraits of old age ever...