Will Bellini explaining he no longer writes because "I ran out of things to say" sate the on-lookers? How about the will-he-or-won't-he-do-it suspense of tenor Rubini's hitting that ground-breaking "Credeasi misera" high F?
Therapeutically entertaining, How I Learned to Drive brings ubiquitous, taboo issues out into the open. Though the story's tinged with humor, it's still a tough one to embrace. As horrible as it begins, though, it shows that you can come out on the other side.