Tag: E.M. Forster


    Hop aboard a British man-of-war and set sail for 1797 at BAM, where Benjamin Britten’s opera Billy Budd, based on Herman Melville’s novella, is having a revival in honor of the composer’s centenary. The acclaimed production from Glyndebourne Festival Opera, which features a libretto by E.M. Forster and Eric Crozier, tells the story of a pure-hearted […]

  • Nabokov, Meet 50 Cent: Zadie Smith’s Changing My Mind

    Those who have been paying attention to Zadie Smith since her White Teeth debut likely already know about her affinities for E.M. Forster, Lil Wayne, George Eliot, Kafka, and Fawlty Towers. She’s one of probably three working writers capable of smuggling a riff on the perils of “keeping it real” into The New York Review […]

  • The Internal City

    One of the more intriguing things about Andrea Zittel is her name, or rather her initials. Clearly she knows this. Her company is called “A–Z Administrative Services.” These initials are a sort of philosophical readymade or hieroglyph that signifies completeness (from A to Z), incrementality (A, B, C), generic corporateness, the personal, and the public. […]

  • Only Connect

    Zadie Smith swears she is not her own worst critic. “Oh no, there are much worse. Google a little! There are people who hate me way more than I hate me,” she says lightly, speaking by cell phone from a cozy hammock in her North London backyard. Despite this protest, Smith has been unusually outspoken […]

  • Theater

    Forget about East and West—you could hardly expect them to meet when even Uptown and Downtown can’t get their methodologies to merge. This second stage adaptation of E.M. Forster’s seminal novel (there’s an equally ungainly earlier one, by the Anglo-Indian novelist Santha Rama Rau) was a co-production by the Nottingham Playhouse and the experimental London […]

  • NY Mirror

    I have a new best girlfriend, OK? She’s Jennifer Coolidge, the supporting kook of comic movies like Best in Show and Legally Blonde, and she has wry humor, a nice faux-leopard coat, and the part of Edith in the Broadway revival of that classic bitchathon, The Women. Over brunch at Blue Water Grill, the glamorously […]

  • Extracurricular Activities

    For all the down-and-dirty gay sex in his novels, Paul Russell is an old-fashioned storyteller. His Genet-inspired id always threatens to topple his E.M. Forster superego, though the latter inevitably has the upper hand. Even in his raunchy Boys of Life, narrated by a young man convicted of killing his exploitative filmmaker lover, the emphasis […]

  • Shtick Figures

    Let’s give Hugh Grant some credit where credit is due: he’s not waving his shtick around quite so much anymore. In his dumb, affable new comedy Mickey Blue Eyes, there’s nary a swipe through the hair, the stammering quotient dips as low as his blood pressure in Notting Hill, and the only notable quirk left […]

  • Through the Peephole

    In 1919, a 15-year-old boy from the Upper West Side trekked to the National Academy of Design. The boy’s parents had studied at the academy 20 years earlier, and they were determined that their children would, too. They had moved as close to the school as they could— West 103rd Street, then a teeming Irish […]