
Why is it so often the case that the most stimulating and beautiful works of art and the most creative and smart artists go relatively unappreciated while the people who do things that are altogether less inspiring reap wild favor and applause? I'm thinking about this today in light of Mark Jackson's bracing-taut production of Max Frisch's The Arsonists (trans. Alistair Beaton) currently playing to two-thirds-full houses at The Aurora Theatre in Berkeley. Every seat should be filled every performance during the run with someone … [Read more...]









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