If all he did was cook, Jean-Georges Vongerichten's status as one of France's -- and the world's -- most innovative chefs would be assured. But Vongerichten's amazing talents in the kitchen are aligned with a genius for business.
No one has the right to criticize how anyone suffering a loss handles anything -- from whether or not they visit a gravesite (be it sooner, later or ever) to a decision to sell everything that they own and sail around the world.
Crucially, the president himself must become a critic. One flop may not an election make, but a second one? Can't happen. At the next rumble -- er, debate -- Mr. Obama must pull off Mr. Romney's many masks and expose his contradictions.
The New York Times' Public Editor's newest work, "The View From The Critic's Seat," is a disappointment. While written with Brisbane's usual clarity, it sets up a premise and then utterly fails to address it.
Where is the recognition that a "book of raunch," rather than reflecting a mature and vibrant culture, is symptomatic of one in steep, full-on decline, drunk on its power and narcissism (including Baker's pet vice, sexual titillation)?
Last time I had a show on television it was 1999. It used to be you offer up an artistic endeavor and the appropriate reviewer would weigh in, hopefully with nice things to say. Now everyone has something to say.
I had been enchanted by Mark Rylance -- who plays the lead Valere in La Bete -- as a producer, Shakespearean player, writer and obvious man of many parts. I just wish that one of them had not been Valere.